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Strays, ch 20
The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter Twenty
Doug's POV
  "Good lord that took a long time,"
  "Tell me about it, I've been there for five years, human, of course." Poppy said. The chihuahua, of course. We finally got out of that strange, strange place. It took, what, a week to get out? Somehow, after hours, and hours, and hours, of wandering and running and whatever, we made out way out. "Wow, I haven't seen the outside world for years. This is amazing, you live here?" Poppy said, while he happily played on the snow and gazed up to the stars.
  "This is a random question, but how old are you, Poppy?"
  "Around 16, human years, 85 dog years."
  "Wow," we strolled down the street, we were probably in, Brooklyn, or something. Poppy still gazed into the sky and pounced at any bug or small rodent he spotted, and avoided everything larger than him. "Hey, I know we don't know each other well, but I have no one else to say this to, and I need to get this off my chest,"
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Literature
Strays, ch 19
The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter nineteen
Mutt's POV
  "Where are you taking me? Where are we?! Tell me right now!" I barked at the top of my, now very squished lungs. Whoever this was, they were keeping me very close to them, and it was starting to hurt.
  "Don't worry little pup, someone just wants to meet you." I remembered that voice from somewhere... But I can't worry about that now! I struggled, but to no avail, clearly I wasn't messing with some little girl with noodle arms.
  "Let go! Leeeeeeeeet go!" I started clawing away at this person's, I'm assuming it's a guy from the voice, sleeve with my back legs. Then I bent my left one the wrong way, and tears flooded my eyes. No, I must stay strong. As this, person, trudged through the snow, and I blinked away my tears, headlights of an older, blue, rusted truck pulled up to us.
  "You got da dog?"  The man in the driver's seat groaned. There was some bags in the back of the truck, and the carpet on the insi
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Literature
Strays, ch 18
The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter eighteen
Scruff's POV
  "Kid, look, you have to know who are the good ones, and the bad ones, eh? This is what happens ya dumb pup, don't go up to strangers!" Ruff explained. Mutt had gone up to a man, he was probably 50-ish, or ten in dog years. He had brown-gray hair, and he was sitting on a bench with his, I'm assuming, wife/girlfriend who seems, about 9 in dog years. So around 45, maybe 49 or so. Somewhere in between. Anyway, they was feeding the birds, and Mutt came up to them. They threw some seeds at her, and she thought it was a god thing, so she ate some of the seeds, then spit them out because well, they made for birds. She decided to thank them anyway, and when she went to go lick the man's face, he threw her onto the ground. His wife smacked him and Mutt, with a tear in her eye, walked sternly to us, and walked passed us and headed for the alleyway. She can't be actin' so strong when she's hurt can she? She'll be able to hide any injury
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Strays, ch 17
The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter seventeen
Fang's POV
  "Huh?" I groaned. I was laying down on a table, with some type of mask on me, and some fluid filled needles going through my legs. Quickly, the humans around me took the mask off, and finally I could breath fresh air. "What's going on here?! Where am I?!" I whimpered. I would have run away, but I was unable to move. We're the humans trying to kill this poor soul?
  "Awww, poor little puppy," a woman with a mask on her face came up to me and started petting me, on the forehead, behind the ears, and especially on the stomach. A dog's dream. If a dog wasn't trying to find their daughter!! I struggled, and ultimately, I failed. I still had no ability to move, only my paws and my ears. Suddenly red filled my vision in my left eye. Pain, pain, PAIN. The woman quickly got up and grabbed this, circle cloth.... Thingy. She wiped off my forehead and I felt the feeling come back in my legs. Apparently, I had gotten blood in my eye.
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Strays, ch 16
The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter sixteen
Doug's POV
  "Woah! What was that?!" An object, a deflated basketball, I believe, had just flown through the air, and almost hit me square in the face. This was the third time something totally random had just been flying through the air, like no big deal. I've tried time after time to get out of this town, but to no avail. I feel like if I'm walking in a straight line, that I'm going in a circle, and if I walk in like, a square shape I'm going straight. This town, confuses my little dog brain.
  "Howdy, how do?" Suddenly this small chihuahua that was very disfigured walked up to me. His eyes did not line up, one was higher up than the other, he had a tiny sombrero on his head, he was shaking like it was the end of the world, and his body shape made me believe he had been through a lot, and that it was all his fault. His shoulder seems misplaced, and his back knees looked like they bent the wrong way, but they didn't. I slowly back awa
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Literature
Strays, ch 15
The Strays: Dog edition, chapter fifteen
Mutt's POV
  He found out about my leg? Uh oh, now he's gonna treat me like a puppy, and I'd say that I don't act much like one, anymore. I started out hopeless, helpless, and weak. And I've been gifted with dogs who are willing to take care of me. So, I shouldn't just be more work for them, I want to work for them. I've learned, already, only being 15 weeks of age, that I have to work to get food, to get love, to live. I see why the humans call work a living.
  "Yea, I'm surprised your so strong, you've lost so much blood. Your heart much be very healthy." Whew! He didn't know about my leg. "I'm, willing to say I'm proud of you, kid. I see why your dad was so sad to see you go..." Tears stung my eyes. We went on a long long walk, talking about random things, afterwards.
  "Do you know where we are, exactly?" We were in a place with a lot of alleyways, and it seemed kind of shady. The sun started its way back down below the horizo
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Strays, ch 14
The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter fourteen
Ruff's POV
  "Uh, Mutt, yea that's her name right, do you think you could come with us to go get some food?"
  "No, no Ruff you have to tell her that we are going to go get food."
  "Oh, okay, Mutt, we're gonna go get food. You stay here." Scruff face-pawed.
  "No, it's- ya know what, I'll just tell you. Mutt come with us, we're gonna go get some food. Make sure to get your puppy face ready."
  "Are we going to trick the squirrels in to thinking were nice, then strike!?"
  "No... Wow, you're really living the life here aren't you, you hunted for food in New York?"
  "You don't?"
  "No, we just ask, people here just give stuff out, and we'll probably score with you here,"
  "Wow, people in New York oughta smack me if I even made eye contact with them." We headed out into the city and the little pup, Mutt, hopped around in the snow, although, she looked like she was in some pain, her back, left leg? Sh
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Strays, ch 13
The Strays: Dog edition, chapter thirteen
Fang's POV
  "Okay! I'm ready!! Hello?!" This cat had already been staring at me for minutes. It was starting to get very unsettling, "Earth to cat, earth to cat," I waved my paw in her face and she finally was shaken out of her stare.
  "Oh, why hello. So you did spend the night,"
  "Yea, you would know, you kept me up all night!"
  "Now why would I ever do such a thing, gentle-dogs like you need your beauty sleep, almost as much as I do."
  "I don't know, your a creep and you want to know everything about me and my pack?"
  "You have no idea how often I get that,"
  "I think I have an idea..." I sat there silently for a moment while she got up and stretched, "so, are you gonna tell me where they went, or what?"
  "Oh that! Right, yea I have no idea where they went... Yea."
  "What is wrong with you?!" Never trust cats!!! Why, what is wrong with me!? "You realize I've wasted hours of travel time jus
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Strays, ch 12
The Strays: Dog edition, chapter twelve
Doug's POV
  "Oh no, what have I done. I'm- alone, Fang left. Why'd I go through with this deal?! I- they held me at gun point- I had to I- why am I explaining this to myself?! This isn't going to help me!" I was talking to myself. Ever since I woke up a little after dawn, Fang has been gone, I haven't a scent of him, I haven't any sign of him, he just left with no trace, or re- he had a reason.
  Time for desperate measures, I ran out into the snow, and I started running the way that Scruff told me they went, to the left side of the alleyway. I walked to the edge of the alleyway, made a left turn, and ran. Hoping to find fang, hoping to find no blood. "Fang! Fang can you hear me?! Helloooo?!" Yelling was doing to no good, it's time to sniff out clues.
  I picked up no scent for awhile, but this I got a huge whiff of something, "Ahhh!"
  "Yu're coming with me," an older man with a shot gun and tranquilizer picked me up, off th
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Literature
Strays, ch 11
The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter eleven
Mutt's POV
  It was between midnight and dawn when I finally finished. They had fallen asleep, and, I know I could've, but I stick to my word. I said yes sir, so I did what had to be done, I even scrubbed the floor, in hopes of getting at least a crumb for breakfast. I finally laid, and sobbed, quietly, but vigorously. The pain was more then I can handle, jumping up and down on a fractured leg, I think I broke it completely at this point. I cried, and cried, and cried, but I didn't it all, without a toss or turn of either of them. At one point, when the rag started dying up, I used my pain tears to get it wet again, and not surprisingly, I had enough to give around. At least the saltiness of my tears gave me some flavor, since I was starving. I got up slowly, and saw bits and pieces of dried blood fall off from my back. "Dang it," I whispered to myself. I blew them out into the snow and just decided I wasn't going back to sleep. I went out i
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Strays, ch 10
The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter ten
Scruff's POV
  "Come on, ya dumb pup." Ruff was still dragging her along, by now she must've had what, twenty scrapes on her back. Do you think we care? No. We were told she was a machine, that she could go through any amount of pain and be able to trudge on, we got her for hard work and labor, not as a pack member. After a couple more miles we got back to our camp, in New Jersey. We lived in an alleyway, similar to Doug's, but so much bigger, and with so much more storage for meat, and well, bigger everything. Mutt kept whimpering and crying all about the scratches and scars. Big baby!
  "Are, we... There?"
  "You think we can hear you, speak up!!" I threw her to the other side of the alleyway, where her back hit the wall, and she slid down like a cartoon character.
  "Ha! Did you see that Ruff!!" She left some blood stains on the wall though, that I wasn't not happy about, "Hey! You, you are cleaning that up, right now!!" I thr
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Strays, ch 9
The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter nine
Fang's POV
  I left. The moon was high up in the sky, it was surrounded by stars. I knew this would be my only time. Doug would have stopped me by now. I don't care if we don't have food for next winter, I don't care if me and my daughter get kicked out of the pack. As long as we're together. I followed the blood train she had left, tears stung my eyes, but I trudged on. Nights were cold in New York this time of year. It was rough, the longer I trudged, the more blood I found, the colder, and the more numb my body became. I had to eat all the meat I could to get energy to trudge this far. Who knows where they are by now. They could be in Canada for all I know, and that's what scares me. As thoughts raced through my mind, the trail ended with a puddle of blood that was still wet, and then it stopped. More and more terrible possibilities and scenarios rush through me, and the terrible, what ifs. What if, I never find her.
  Where am I suppo
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Literature
Strays, ch 8
The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter eight
Doug's POV
  "Where the heck did they go?!" I growled. Fong, and the pretty little lady sure are taking their time aren't they? Since they had left, the sun had rose three quarters over the horizon and I haven't even got a scent of them. Clearly, they have no sense of time. Neither do I, but still.
  "Hey, we made the deal, didn't we? Where are they?" Scruff was getting very frustrated.
  "How was I supposed to know they were gonna take this long?!"
  "Look, if we'z don't get our fair shares of the deal, we've got some friends who's can come and do us a trick, if you know what's I mean."
  "Yea yea, I know what you mean, but they better get here quickly, or we might have a uninvited visitor coming." I suddenly got a scent of dirt and dog. Mutt! I ran around the corner and saw Mutt running towards the alleyway, with Fang far behind.
  "See, I am gonna beat you!!" Mutt yipped excitedly. I heard some barking behind her,
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Strays, ch 7
The Strays, Dog edition, Chapter seven
Fang's POV
  "Scruff, Tuff??" I barked. No way! We hadn't seen those guys since two winters ago when we split up trying to run away from a pack of coyotes. Still, even with them, we still don't have the whole team. We lost, a lot of members that day.
  "I see you have breakfast, or shall this pretty little lady be dinner?" Scruff, the pitbull, barked. Mutt looked petrified and shut her eyes tightly, "I'm only pulling your paw, you are a very pretty lady though, I see you have some battle scars," he turned to me, then Doug, "where'd you find this one, up north?"
  "No, I found her-"
  "How the heck did you find us?" Doug interrupted.
  "We found a scent of dog, so, we followed it. Well, not dog, blood. Dog blood. Must be yours, little fluff-ball," Ruff answered.
  "Still got the jerrsey accent, eh?" I tried my best to do the accent, but pretty much failed.
  "You better quiet up there, kid. Anyway, I'z like an ans
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The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter Twenty

Doug's POV
  "Good lord that took a long time,"
  "Tell me about it, I've been there for five years, human, of course." Poppy said. The chihuahua, of course. We finally got out of that strange, strange place. It took, what, a week to get out? Somehow, after hours, and hours, and hours, of wandering and running and whatever, we made out way out. "Wow, I haven't seen the outside world for years. This is amazing, you live here?" Poppy said, while he happily played on the snow and gazed up to the stars.
  "This is a random question, but how old are you, Poppy?"
  "Around 16, human years, 85 dog years."
  "Wow," we strolled down the street, we were probably in, Brooklyn, or something. Poppy still gazed into the sky and pounced at any bug or small rodent he spotted, and avoided everything larger than him. "Hey, I know we don't know each other well, but I have no one else to say this to, and I need to get this off my chest,"
  "Go right on ahead, I love stories, or whatever it is that your gonna tell me," The  lights from the buildings lit up Poppy's light brown eyes as we pasted by a pack of cats in an alleyway,
  "Hey, New York-ers, we see you!" Said a female cat with a heavy Brooklyn accent from inside the alleyway after we pasted by it.
  "Just, ignore them, they cats, we don't need to deal with them right now, anyway-"
  "Hey! Get back here- What're you scared?" I turn right around after that. Poppy kept going, following my orders.
  "Poppy, hold on, stay there for a moment, I need to deal with these cats, pests I mean." Poppy turned to look at me,
  "Didn't you just say that we should deal with the-"
  "I know what I said, but this cats picking fight and- oh- oh my ga-" a huge buff cat stepped out of the alleyway,
  "Pest? Oh you don't even know the half of it, old man. Usually I don't like to hurt my elders, but I have no choice now..." It was the female voice but- what?? She was tall, muscular, and totally wasn't born to be in beauty pageants. She looked like a fighting dog, those kinds of dog that you bet on, and they fight till one of them, well... You know. But she was like, a female-cat version. Like she was trained to be a fighting cat, she probably took human-muscle-builder-things. Things that made her the way she is. "You gone fight me or just stand there and look pretty, dogs where you come from aren't near as brave as us Brookers." I took a step closer to her.
  "Doug, do you have any idea of what you're getting yourself into...?" Poppy said quietly behind me. I ignored him,
  "Your saying I'm, not brave? Have you jumped off a building to save a friend, have you fought a large, buff black wolf for your wife, have you swam for days to find an owner at sea, just to find that they're dead?!" I yelled. All the people around us stared, and kept they're distance.
  "No, but I'm sure you haven't either. Have you been branded?" She turned to show a mark on her back, that was burnt into her skin, "Have you had your tail ripped off by your insane father? Have you been destined your whole life to be a fighting machine? Have you?"
  "By the way, I'd kindly disagree with your statement, 'but I'm sure you haven't either,', also, how does any of that show bravery, or courage?? That just shows you've had a sucky life." I responded. Oh, and sure as heck she turned red as the tail lights on the back of the blue truck that just drive by, and pounced. She was really bad at aiming though, I expected more than that. I shot of the way, then realized, I wasn't the one she was going for.
  "Get off of me!!" Poppy yipped at the top of his lungs. The cat tore into his ear and about ripped it off, if it weren't for me. I tore her fangs from his face and threw him off to the side in the snow. As a puddle of red grew larger and larger around his skull, as I turned back to who ever the heck I was messing with at this point.
  "Why are you bringing him into this, huh??" I yelled. The crowd around us grew bit by bit, but I wasn't paying any attention to them. Nope, all my attention was on this feisty feline,
  "He's an accomplice, I can't just let him off the hook." All of a sudden, she lunged towards me. I ducked, and escaped with only a drip of blood. He claws were out, and ready to slice.
  "Run!!!" I yelled. Poppy lofted his head from the bright red snow and stumbled to me, as the crowd began to back away.
  "Stupid New Yorkers!! You're all cowards anyway!!" She screeched after us. I kept running, until I saw a couple of people, sitting on the cold concrete floor, with only a blanket and the clothes on their backs.
Strays, ch 20
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Almost done with chapter Twenty, sorry for taking a long time, currently stressing over homework and other personal problems, so ya. The first, half-ish of twenty was written during my read-a-thon, lol.
The Strays: Dog edition, Chapter nineteen

Mutt's POV
  "Where are you taking me? Where are we?! Tell me right now!" I barked at the top of my, now very squished lungs. Whoever this was, they were keeping me very close to them, and it was starting to hurt.
  "Don't worry little pup, someone just wants to meet you." I remembered that voice from somewhere... But I can't worry about that now! I struggled, but to no avail, clearly I wasn't messing with some little girl with noodle arms.
  "Let go! Leeeeeeeeet go!" I started clawing away at this person's, I'm assuming it's a guy from the voice, sleeve with my back legs. Then I bent my left one the wrong way, and tears flooded my eyes. No, I must stay strong. As this, person, trudged through the snow, and I blinked away my tears, headlights of an older, blue, rusted truck pulled up to us.
  "You got da dog?"  The man in the driver's seat groaned. There was some bags in the back of the truck, and the carpet on the inside was all messed up and ragged.
  "Yes, I do, grandpa," I was handed  over, and the man in the driver's seat, of course, yanked at my back leg and ripped me out of the boy's hands. He was so strong, I think it got popped out of place, then went back in. Tears rushed back to my eyes, and one escaped. He roughly checked me, I'm assuming for major injures, the practically threw me to the back of the truck. My head hit the side of the truck, and I got cut by some rusted metal.
  "Gosh dangit, ugh." I sat up off the floor, and blood trickled down my forehead. The truck started up and the ride began, and the ride was very bumpy. I fell over again, due to the bumping and being tired out of my mind. I've gotten less than, I'd say five hours, this whole week. I decided, that whatever they were gonna do to me, could wait till morning time. I slowly climbed on top of one of the bags, that was shifting from left to right because I'm more than sure "grandpa" was speeding. I laid down on the bag, and whatever was inside it, wasn't anything good. I kept feeling thing poke into, something even through my skin. Tears flooded my eyes for the last time that night, and I fell asleep to the clanking of whatever was inside that bag I was currently laying on.
  When my eyes finally opened in the morning-time, not surprisingly, I was stuffed in a bag made of cloth, "How did I know this would happen...?" I started scratching my way through, and eventually made a hole big enough for a little chihuahua puppy. "This is going to take a long, long time, isn't it?" After, about I'd say, half an hour, I finally got a hole big enough for my head, and ultimately the rest of my body. I slowly, but surely made my way out, by squirming and wiggling. Before while, the boy-- James! Oh no! James was the one who dog-napped me!! He stood tall and proud in front of me,
  "What're you doing, lil' pup?" He pulled me out of the bag, and held me up to his face. He kissed my nose, and I had to fight back wanting biting his. I knew, I knew I couldn't disrespect someone who gave me some of those amazing yellow sticks, but he'd dog-napped me!! Also, I'm too afraid of whoever was driving that truck last night. If it really was James' grandfather, then I'd be dead where I stand. Or lay,for that matter. He really did a number on my leg, and it was incredibly sore from yesterday. Climbing out of a bag sure didn't help!
  "James! Bring me the dawg!" A booming voice game from outside the room.
  "Yes, Grandpa!" James threw me over his shoulder, which hurt of course, and ran to what I assumed was a kitchen. It was all messy, there was stuff laying here and there. James even had to jump around and avoid stepping on the most random of things, like it was an obstacle course! "Here, pa," he handed me over to a man who, seemed about in his seventies, he had gray-white hair, he had huge hands!! I could probably lay down in them, without hanging off the side.
  He cupped his huge hand around my small body, and lightly petted me with the pointer finger of his other hand, "She be a pretty one, don't ya think?"
  "Yea, pa she's a pretty- uh, beautiful, even..." It seemed if James was really watching what a he said. Then I heard a metal like sound behind me. Suddenly, bits and pieces of fur slowly fell to the ground, swaying back and forth. It looked a lot like-
  "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" I barked, at the top of my small, but powerful lungs.
  "Just trying to make 'er prettier, that's all," he said, as he held me like a piece of wood he was about to carve. More and more, there was a small pile of fur, that grew larger and larger by the second. James stood in disbelief, with his mouth wide open and his eyes in a haze. My expression softened and I just thought, what's the point. There's no way I'm getting out of this, barking won't do me no good, humans don't understand. So, as my fur was cut off by a pocket knife and a pair of huge hands, I sat there, all grumpy, wishing that I could just be rid of this man, and especially get to be with my old pack. Humans just aren't my type...
Strays, ch 19
   This one, I'd say, is pretty long compared to the other chapters, which is good, it assume... Anyway, clearly Mutt has not forgotten her old pack, not quite yet. James' grandpa is insane and Mutt just wants to be rid of humans at this point. 

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I'm not much of an artist, but give me a prompt and I'll write a book. I'm only eleven, until the seventh of June at 8:00a, sharp! I've had a talent-- well, "talent", I wouldn't call it that but, ever since about second grade I've been a creative writer. In fourth grade I had to write a fictional story about being in the Wild West in 1850s or something, (maybe I could post it sometimes, if I can find it...) Anyway, I got a 100% on it, and the teacher, when she was handing them out, specifically told me that I did an amazing job and that I have a very creative mind. But that still wasn't the point when I found out I was born to be an author. Every year in school we have teacher appreciation day, where kids get to write teachers letters telling them how "amazing they were". Most of the time, kids wrote to a lot of different teachers just to be nice, but I only gave two letters, to both of my fifth grade teachers. Throughout the year, my homeroom teacher was always impressed with my work. Of course, I assumed she was that way with everyone so... I wrote her, and my other teacher a letter, and after a week or something, she gave me one back. It was the starting of my dream to be an author. She wrote all about how I have so much potential and how impressed she is with my work. After that, I tried my best to be the most creative and detailed author. The one thing that weighed me down was, every time we had a essay contest, it'd always be the cool/smart kids that got first place. I've gotten past that, and I know they'll always beat me, but in my heart I know I did better than them. Teachers would just rather facts more than creativity, when it comes to the essays we were doing.
Anyway, all in all, my life hasn't been the easiest, I've lost both my grandparents on my dad's side, (the ones I was closest to) I've lost my one and only dog, I've gotten my heart broken too many times to name (I'm fine now though, don't worry, I've got someone else now. Guys are overrated anyway,) and I suffer from four, different mental disorders. So, writing is one of those things I can do to keep me from, crying, from yelling, from screaming at the top of my lungs and throwing around everything in my room, (I've done all of those before... Sadly...) Writing, my favorite youtubers and music. That's it. Specifically TØP. And if you don't like them, we can't be friends. I literally got in a fight, and broke down into tears because of Tyler, (the lead singer for all you noobs) So they mean a great deal to me, Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun. And they're also one of the reasons I'm alive. So, I have a reason to thank them.
All in all, I'm a crappy writer who can't go a day without letting a couple tears escape, screaming my head off, and TWENTY ØNE PILØTS. (Heh, also writing, of course)




Well, I don't know how you made it, but you've gotten to the end, finally... K bye! Love ya... Just kidding, I most likely don't know you! Thanks for stopping bye anyway!

(If you want to know more about the specifics of me and my life, I guess I could write about, I've got plenty of stories to spare,)
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SugarnSweets Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Can't wait for a story!
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