Call-1004-Crack
Copyright © 2014 by angelshell

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 Any similarities are purely coincidental. This writing is subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, copied, translated, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent reader.

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Note: Read because you know it’ll be amazing. /slapped. Just joking, go away (and by go away as in; subscribe, comment and do what you do best peasants). I admit I’m not the best writer, but I try my best... No, realistically, I literally just write whenever and whatever I feel like with zero plans for the future. /sobbing. May I just say that’s it’s my first time writing something remotely humorous so go easy on me you judgmental bastards. But you’re all probably nice people anyway so it doesn't matter. (Do go ahead and provide me with constructive critcism).

Genre/s: crack, tragedy, romance, angst, comedy; all-in-one because that, I follow no status quo, es.

Warning: If you did not already realize, this fanfiction will contain a lot of profanities and inappropriate language so get outta here minors (but you probably won’t give two flying s about my obsessive cursing and you’ll go ahead and be a badass motherer because you too cool like that buddy).

More useless information: I am an author on Wattpad so if you happen to find an exact copy of this story on that website—it's all good in the hood, buddy. I'm kind of like, AFF meets Wattpad and my life is lost between both worlds and I think I'm going to die, yeah, okay, bye.

Disclaimer: I take ages to post up a new chapter so don't mind me if you start growing gray hairs.

Okay, honestly, what the hell am I even doing.

credits for graphics: angelshell