Wilford's POV.
I slave all day in a my office. Its boring, faded color walls with basically just a few standard things every living room needs. Couch, bookshelf, and work desk..etc. Ive lived by myself for almost 5 years now since.... My mother always told me, 'Find something worth living for.'...I never kept my word after i lost her. A friend to have a drink with now and then, a lover to grow old with, and maybe even trying to find a job i actually enjoy. Just something thats worth looking forward to see in the morning, or something that feels like im worth keeping its heart beat strong for...
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The Story of Warfstache
FanfictionGood evening, ladies and gentlemen and all other configurations of being... -First story, so I know its horrible in the beginning and everywhere else:p but be gentle:) Hope you enjoy
