You can’t beat the kind of sincerity that’s been repeated and reworded fifteen times.
Is it Friday, imaginary readers? Please say yes. This week has been exhausting.
So today I did a weird thing: I planned when to start another story, partially banking on how long this story would take to set up a tentative schedule.
What’s happening, imaginary readers?
I’m scared.
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Happy weekend.
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