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[peanutbuttershoes]

haha. I love fiction.

so fun.

[Glyph]

I got up and began the arduous task of walking the requisite three meters to the fridge. I hadn't paid my electricity bills in a while so it was giving off a weird funk and the stuff in there was hit or miss. I figured that Yoo-hoo would be okay, though. Yoo-hoo never went bad.
After the painstakingly slow proceedings of getting over to the fridge, I cracked the lid on my Yoo-hoo and chugged it. It went down like cottage cheese but at least it managed to stay there. I waddled over to my big armchair, plopped down, and began to write Chapter XVII of my fantasy novel, "Elves, Dragons, and Romance". It went something like this:

[J. R. Hill]

"Tell me Avraan, how does your kind reproduce?"  Fraurung's voice was notably softer than before.

The elf was taken aback, "I...  That's sort of a personal question."  Avraan was a prince after all, and though he was considered of marriageable age, he hadn't really had the details explained to him quite yet.

"Because after all, I'm a lady dragon, and you seem to be...  very male."

Yes, yes it's coming along very well.  Although suddenly I feel...

Agh, a pain in my chest, and...  It's, it's spreading.  Why do I feel so cold and sweaty?  Is this a heart attack?  Help!  I need help!  But I can't breathe!!

Oh world, you will never know of the depths of love I could have penned.