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fruity wines SUCK. barf.  vomit.

this is the last line I wrote in my story (I'm at 28,000 words, not bad for a story about nothing):

He was smug and happy, enjoying other people’s misery.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pickle was a good boy at the trial today.  He is always a good boy.  And I quote, "but I don't want to be a pirate."

EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY.