The Edgiest Book That Ever Did Edge
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Last published Wed, Nov 30, 2016
Hey, my name's Nathan Daughtry and this is the ultimate compendium of all the stupid shit I did and why. This is just gonna be a little hobby, a little one on one session with you guys about why I'm such a terrible person. Enjoy :)
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