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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?

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[soundof_drums]

Go out and find some inspiration.

[impure_tale]

And what are you up to this evening?

[soundof_drums]

Enjoying my imprisonment. Alone.

[impure_tale]

Ah, ma pouvre chaton.

[impure_tale]

How may I entertain you, then?

[soundof_drums]

A solo act of one of your latest stories!

[impure_tale]

Gladly.