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Victor hauled her bag of laundry into the Nexus and flopped down on the couch. If one was to do the math, the bag weighed nearly one sixth of the amount that she weighed, but don’t tell her I said so. Not that you can. Narrative text, and all.
“So.” She got out her sketchbook and flipped to the page with book titles and a picture of a bus with an amateurish map. “Which writer would you kidnap? An’ makin’ a trip t’ El Paso t’…borrow a writer--" Ahaha, no, Victor, you can’t borrow people. "--wi’ the rest of my creative writin’ class: good idea, or best idea ever?”
She might be joking, but if she was, it was awful hard to tell.
And a question from the munly type humanoid to other munly type humanoids:
How do you do cool things with HTML? This sentence displays all I know about HTML. Oh yes. Also: ♥ I know that one, too.
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“So.” She got out her sketchbook and flipped to the page with book titles and a picture of a bus with an amateurish map. “Which writer would you kidnap? An’ makin’ a trip t’ El Paso t’…borrow a writer--" Ahaha, no, Victor, you can’t borrow people. "--wi’ the rest of my creative writin’ class: good idea, or best idea ever?”
She might be joking, but if she was, it was awful hard to tell.
And a question from the munly type humanoid to other munly type humanoids:
How do you do cool things with HTML? This sentence displays all I know about HTML. Oh yes. Also: ♥ I know that one, too.
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