Frick. Frick frickity frick. So. Life. And whatnot. Tis a new year, and furthermore, tis nearly three in the morning. Not a creature was stirring, except for two cats and a crazy girl in the basement with a bathrobe over her jeans and t-shirt. The bathrobe is purple, with penguins on it. It's fuzzy. Very warm. But I digress.
I'm more or less writer-
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