This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The author further suggests that any person who thinks this book is about them take caution to avoid a repetitive stress injury from the amount of masturbation it must take to sustain their ego.
Copyright © 2020 by Madi Girlmeat
SECOND DIGITAL EDITION FOR BETA READERS
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I am eternally grateful for the following people's generosity in helping flesh out my world with a diverse and interesting cast.
In order of appearance:
The character Crozi was developed by Teef - @chronoteeth.
The character Becca was developed by Michelle Weathers - @chelweathers.
The characters Davy and Walter were developed by Max Graves - @maximumgraves
The characters Casey and Kassie were developed by 'Dog Lady Heather' - @dogladyheather
The character Ellen DeGenerous is based loosely on the ‘person’ Ellen DeGenerous, although any similarities between the two are completely coincidental, and the character should in no way should serve to critique either the morally vapid original individual, or her rotting horse carcass of a talk-show. - @TheEllenShow..
Thank you also for the contributions of Penelope Cochran, Silas Rock, and Rey Foosili, and Marc Laidlaw.
Cover art by Firstname Lastname.
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For every dead queer, and every queer who wishes they were dead.