Pretend I have added in all the trigger warnings, because you’re gonna need em…as the ashamed author, I am currently repenting for what I have unleashed onto the world!
Dr. Jekyll and Hyde and Frank and Jemima and you and cats in your hair.
(How to get rid of that god damn awful feeling)
Or
Warnings of influence
By the people for the people.
This is a grotesque soliloquy of a novel that has an egregious ending, not wholly supported by the author…need I say more?
