That Chain-Written Frerard Fic

I crai evrytym the tea' drop slicin through ma pete wentz guyiyiyiyliner.

Damn two months already?
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I drag the bag out the door I hear the kid groaning and an idea hits me.
I leave the bag in an alley and walk up to one of the private phone booths.
As a lady with purple and blue hair walks out crying like if she was in some dramatic opera I chuckle and walk in.
8...0....3?
I type in the rest of the number and hit call putting in the money and hearing the machine buzz.
"hello?" A tired voice answers "Mikey James Way beloved Brother of Gerard Way. Meet me at the Newark Central bar or the kids gonna take a nice long dirt nap." I hang up cutting off what he was about the say and walk out the girl with the wierd hair walking back in.
The streets are pretty empty tonight.
I drag the bag all the way to the bar and set it next to the
dumpster.
I feel like today is gonna be good.
(a/n)
Its still night time GENIOUS

Notes

GUESS WHO GOT REALLY ENTHUSIASTIC?
YO
GOAT IS BACK