I changed the novel I'm writing, so now the first line is this: "There was little else in the world Bones McGraw hated more than moving."
Feel free to just randomly message me, I get bored easily.
I'm a black, non-binary transgender boy, who is a Christian witch (tentative for now). I'm also a panromantic asexual. I sell poetry; contact me if you're interested in buying poems from me.
Wednesday, July 6th, 1757. This day my dear Wife was delivered of a dead son. . . God was pleased to support her under great weakness, and continue her life till Lord’s day the 25th of the same month, when she expired at eight o’clock A.M.
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