Well, this was just a big ol' stereotype, through and through, eh?
Writing this was something that I've wanted to do for a long time, but it doesn't feel quite right.
I've seriously lost interest in continuing this in the last few chapters, which is why my writing seems so horribly dry.
This book definitely lacks angst. Damn it, I should have let someone die.
That's pretty much it, I guess.
Thank you for reading, seriously. It means a great deal.
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Guns and Bourbon-Arthur Morgan x Male Reader
FanfictionYou weren't exactly cut out for the outlaw life when the infamous gang leader Dutch van der Linde found you on the street. Just another teenage ruffian he couldn't afford to waste his time on. Somehow you ended up riding with him and his posse anywa...
