Commence freak out in 3... 2... 1...

        Holy Hannah! Today I just sent my very first story submission in. Don’t have much to say other than that. I’ve been kinda freaked out, even after I sent it from the post office. Yup, snail mail. Who’d have thunk, right?

        Bad grammar aside, I hope everyone’ll wish me luck in getting accepted!

        ‘Till tomorrow!

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