I wrote this novel specifically for her about my choice to lose my hair between being single and out of poverty, between becoming beautiful and handsome, choosing to be funny, and between working hard and looking bad, I chose a roommate who works hard to look bad in order to prevent her from accidentally wearing a book.
This article is roughly a cheating novel about the rebirth of my sixth roommate. It's not even 100 words long, so I don't know what to write.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
