7th Printing

[stokerwasahack]

Henry, darling, you don't really expect me to save this, do you? It's trash. Francesca would never give in to the duke so easily when she's meant to be spying on him. I think your frustrations are crossing over into your work, life inspiring art, only your art is entertaining too much escapism to maintain its credibility. Now, I know this work is never going to the publisher--and why would it? There's no market for a Fitzroy short story--but I'm going to do you a favor and corrupt the file so you have to start over. Be a dear and don't swear at me in Italian when I do. I prefer French.

[ooc: Henry's computer is affected by If These Walls Could Talk. Entry posted before sunrise.]