The tyranny of the blank page. That's how she thought of it. It was cold and heartless and existed only to mock. It offered no advice, no succor, no hope of anything. It was end unto itself and simultaneous mother to untold offspring. It was nothing and everything
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Wanting to serve, but knowing not were to start.
Adding a vital h in a certain place might help move things along...
~giggles and runs away~
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So noted. *headdesk*
*chases*
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*chuckles and and offers cyberhand*
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~waits, surrounded by another sort of aspiration, for your reactions to my latest Chronicles posts~
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