Dear Word Count,
You had one job. One Job. You’re supposed to go UP at an increasingly rapid rate.
You failed.
FAILED.
Miserably.
No love,
A Frustrated Author
Dear Word Count,
You had one job. One Job. You’re supposed to go UP at an increasingly rapid rate.
You failed.
FAILED.
Miserably.
No love,
A Frustrated Author
Author Dahlia Donovan 
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