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[impure_tale]

My readers, I am afflicted. Not by any present flooding, not by violent protest, not even by a nannying Warden. No, my tormentor is something a good deal more wicked.

Writers block, my lovelies. What am I to do?

Comments

[impure_tale]

Poor pierrot. Still pouting, are we?

[impure_tale]

You would think so.

[impure_tale]

So what really angered you so much about our last conversation?

[impure_tale]

I never said that.

Why were you so upset over my threatening Prefect?

[impure_tale]

Perhaps. How did you get them?

[impure_tale]

Did you cut yourself? Or did someone else?

[impure_tale]

Why don't you give me the ones you have and I'll decide which one I like best?

[impure_tale]

What was the first story you ever told anyone to explain your scars?