Room 407; Early Wednesday Evening [ 03/18 ].

[not_a_mused]

Sitting at his desk, Cal let out a long, distracted sigh. A blank sheet of paper stared back at him, and he supposed he should be grateful. He had put out at least a story lately, and it was a good one, with the proper awful ending of the two main characters, impossible lovers, dying horribly of cholera after they were married. But now his mind

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[bigdamndestiny]

It wasn't as if the paper could talk or anything. Merlin was beginning to wonder, however. "Did it insult you or something?"

[not_a_mused]

Cal's head bobbed in a nod. "It's insulting," he said, his voice half tortured and half seething hatred, "my intellectual and imaginative integrity."

[bigdamndestiny]

Merlin nodded in complete understanding. "Kill it with fire."

[not_a_mused]

There was a bit of a pause, and Cal glanced over toward Merlin.

"Is that you solution to everything?"