Lurking Pickles

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Steve raced down the alley, his lungs thirsty for more of the night air, his heart on the verge of bursting. The alley intersected another. As Steve ducked left, his foot caught on a crack in the uneven pavement. He fell like a tomato, squishing slightly on impact and didn’t have the energy to get back up. Prone, panting on the asphalt, he shut his

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hey!

[anonymous]

Hey! I've seen that before. In fact, I inspired it. :)

Re: hey!

[postscription]

This is true. Though I never said that what goes up on Postscription is all new stuff. It was one of those days when I had to poast but hadn't written anything recently, so i dove back into the archives, only I didn't use archival quality ink, so it had all faded into illegibility, so I re-wrote it verbatim from memory. Really.

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[anonymous]

You didn't really rewrite that from memory.

Re: hey!

[postscription]

You can't prove that.

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[anonymous]

I'm always awed when people "poast" old "poasts" from memory.

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[nefara]

I get plenty of practice rewriting them after they get wiped, i re-poast plenty of poasts.

Poast. poast eggs. IYEE!! Livejournal is reproducing!! Soon there will be baby blogs.

I know no one will read this. That's the saddest thing about my writing it.

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[postscription]

I read it! Ha!

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[nefara]

*gasp*

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[postscription]

Indeed.

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[nefara]

When people say "stranger things happen", that's what they're talking about.

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[postscription]

Gasping?

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[nefara]

Yes. Yes, gasping.

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[postscription]

How is that strange?