Done done done done done done done done done done done done done done done done done done done done....

With chapter one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one.



And here's the first paragraph:

"His mouth was full of the salt in the air, he could feel sand rolling around in his shoes. The sun was violently bright, but no one else seemed to mind; they walked about with wide hats and dark glasses, lips held open in laughter. he hated all of them, simply for annoyance. It was early May, and Atlantic City was wearing short pants and a cap, while Michael Shea was wearing a gray suit with a black tie. He could feel his shirt sticking to his armpits. The air was damp and hard to breathe. His face was flushing. He was miserable."

Yeaaaaah, boy. FINISHED. And satisfied. And FINISHED. Now I only have like....thirty-eight more to go. But seriously. HA. Screw you, actual schoolwork.