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Hum. I think I need another job. I need money. I have too much free time.
How boring that all sounds.
I feel like writing a story...
Once upon a time there was a girl. She lived a mundane life in the suburbs of Southern California. One boring Wednesday, the sleeve of her bathrobe caught fire as she lit candles. She got scared, naturally, and batted the flames out. They went out rather quickly, luckily. The girl breathed a sigh of relief, and went back to her monotonous life, but her bathrobe forever smelled of burning. THE END.
Wow, that was fun. True story.
...Now what to do...?