p style="text-align: left;"strongHi~ Well, some stuff happened. I broke my arm. Can't do really anything. This puts my cosplay channel back as well. I was planning on starting one this summer with some friends for YouTube, but now, due to stupid gym, I will just be filming everyone for 6 weeks plus. Not only that, but I suck at spelling. Like, terribly. I had to look a word up in the dictionary, but since I didn't know how to spell it, I just had to keep looking. I eventually asked my teacher for help and she said, "I'm not helping you look something up in the dictionary. If you don't know how to spell that, then you shouldn't be in this advanced class." DUDE?! WHAT THE HECK?! She really got me upset. I ended up having to read an entire portion of the English dictionary twice. TWICE! I still couldn't find it. Eventually, a friend helped, but wow... Oh well, that's my rant. How 'bout I stop ranting and start writing this story I haven't updated in ages./strong/p
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p style="text-align: left;"Dear Book That I Write My Feelings In,/p
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p style="text-align: left;"Ludwig brought me to his house. He fed me dinner and it tasted alright. His food is always a little blad... Oh well, he can't be helped. I'm actually starting to get a bit worried. I've been gone for quiet a while... Lovi might be back home by now... I guess a little bit longer couldn't hurt~/p
p style="text-align: left;"I enjoyed every bit of my time at Ludwig's, and I am currently sitting in my car, too scared to go home. It's around 7:00. I've missed bed time... I've probably made Lovi loose sleep too, and I know how important that is to him. Wish me luck.../p
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p style="text-align: left;"Oh no... Lovi is FUMING. I am locked in the bathroom, crying, and calling Ludwig. He'll get here faster than emergancy services. Oh crap. He broke the door down. With Spain's axe too! He should take better care of other people's things! Here he comes.../p
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p style="text-align: left;"In Mortal Terror,/p
p style="text-align: left;"Feliciano/p
p style="text-align: left;"em/emstrongOh look at that. My authors note is longer than the story. Oops... ;-;/strong/p
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p style="text-align: left;"Dear Book That I Write My Feelings In,/p
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p style="text-align: left;"Ludwig brought me to his house. He fed me dinner and it tasted alright. His food is always a little blad... Oh well, he can't be helped. I'm actually starting to get a bit worried. I've been gone for quiet a while... Lovi might be back home by now... I guess a little bit longer couldn't hurt~/p
p style="text-align: left;"I enjoyed every bit of my time at Ludwig's, and I am currently sitting in my car, too scared to go home. It's around 7:00. I've missed bed time... I've probably made Lovi loose sleep too, and I know how important that is to him. Wish me luck.../p
p style="text-align: center;".~*~./p
p style="text-align: left;"Oh no... Lovi is FUMING. I am locked in the bathroom, crying, and calling Ludwig. He'll get here faster than emergancy services. Oh crap. He broke the door down. With Spain's axe too! He should take better care of other people's things! Here he comes.../p
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p style="text-align: left;"In Mortal Terror,/p
p style="text-align: left;"Feliciano/p
p style="text-align: left;"em/emstrongOh look at that. My authors note is longer than the story. Oops... ;-;/strong/p