Because it's nearly been a month since I updated (again), here's a mini preview for what I have planned.
"What's up, Vargas?" Alfred greeted, bracing himself against the doorframe.
"The fucking sky, Jones." The Italian responded in his usual grumpy manner. "I thought you already knew that, bastardo."
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'Lovino Vargas was seven years old.
He already knew that he wasn't wanted.'
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'Arthur Kirkland was seven years old.
He already knew what it was like to be hurt.'
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Annnd many more to come.
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Thalia's Records of Randomness
RandomAnother randomness book. Because apparently, nothing's more random than this cluttered mind of mine. General warning: Possible spoilers abound. Don't say I didn't warn you. Because seriously, I just did. Peace out, Zoe (Or Thalia. Whichever.) Cover...
