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bending_sickleNanowrimo, Day 20: I don't know what's going on anymore. Words are just happening. The plot's run away and died somewhere. Things keep disappearing. Goddamn angels. *head-desks* What is climax. What is denoument. What is plot. What is the point of this novel? What are words?!?
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33573 / 50000 words. 67% done!
* William Arnot
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They say the suit makes the man, but Crowley was doing his damnedest to put that saying to shame. Even with a grinning badger on his back and bandages on his chest, he still walked like he was in a three-piece suit. He waved off Chip's helping hand and followed him into the other bedroom. Chip motioned for him to sit down on Saunders' bed until they could figure something out.
"Those painkillers kicking in?" he asked.
"Something certainly is," said the demon, glancing around the room. His eyes instantly found all the etchings and carvings hidden on the bed posts, along the windowsill and on the dresser. "Paranoid little bastards, aren't you?"
"When everyone's out to get you..." shrugged Chip.
* William Arnot
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