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[mysteryomnomnom]

Olivia stretched wantonly on the sofa bed, her over-sized and fungi-riddled feet knocking her only friend -- a small cat named Alexander who hated her and wished fervently to run away and join the circus -- off the cushions and on to the floor. The cat hissed, but Olivia cared not, for she was very busy writing terrible fanfiction in an effort to

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[write_it_in]

[sits]

[but_a_wolf]

SENSEI~ ARE YOU DONE YET?

[write_it_in]

I haven't started. Are we racing?

[but_a_wolf]

Last year I was done two weeks in. I'm disappointed in myself.

[write_it_in]

I don't usually participate.

[but_a_wolf]

It's not as much fun when you write for a living. I read that manuscript of yours ages ago and then I didn't see you.

[write_it_in]

I've been around.

[but_a_wolf]

Anyway, it was good.

[write_it_in]

Thanks. It was something different.

[but_a_wolf]

It was a fun read.

[write_it_in]

...good. Maybe I'll publish.

[but_a_wolf]

So, do you enjoy psychological horror?

[write_it_in]

If done well.

[but_a_wolf]

I wrote something during October. Too short to be a real novel.

[write_it_in]

I can look.

[but_a_wolf]

[hands him a notebook]

I hope you understand my handwriting.