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Encrypted Strings (Spamton x Reader)
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Ongoing, First published Mar 04, 2023
You, a small shop owner, find yourself in a mysterious world, much different than yours. 

Please ignore the first chapters and how awful the writing is. I made it when I was eleven so just bare with me. (Chapters 1-5) It gets better I promise!

This is a slow burn fanfic so if your tiny little attention span can't handle that then so be it!

Hey! Sorry, I might not post that often at all. But I hope you can have a wonderful rest of your day and enjoy this little story I made.  (This is made by a minor)
WARNING: Fluff, Mild language, Angst.
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