Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
This glass of liquid seems to weigh a ton. I about dislocated my shoulder trying to pick it up.
Why don't you give me some lighter fluid?
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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