A dimly lit room. A computer moniter buzzing, glowing with foul, demon energy, no doubt melting my brain and radiating the auburn hair from my head. Writers dont need to look attractive anyway.
One cup of half full, half empty milo. Today I was using my lucky cup, a feminine, creamy green china recepticle with a big, beautiful daisy drilled into the front.
Me. I...
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One cup of half full, half empty milo. Today I was using my lucky cup, a feminine, creamy green china recepticle with a big, beautiful daisy drilled into the front.
Me. I...
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