EVERYONE!!!*
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bending_sickleWords Written Today - 3,459
#i just wrote 3500 words in one sitting #IMMA DIE #most of them are disorganized crap because TWENTY FUCKING PEOPLE TO TAKE CARE OF OMG #FUCKING LOGISTICAL NIGHTMARE #so it's all crap but at least it's written crap and tomorrow imma finish this shit
48120 / 50000 words. 96% done!
* The Professional (best heard rather than read)
#i just wrote 3500 words in one sitting #IMMA DIE #most of them are disorganized crap because TWENTY FUCKING PEOPLE TO TAKE CARE OF OMG #FUCKING LOGISTICAL NIGHTMARE #so it's all crap but at least it's written crap and tomorrow imma finish this shit
Andrew and Pepper stood hand in hand staring forlornly at the cars, two orphans lost in a sea of adults, until Lauren waved them over. “You guys can come ride with us,” she said, “but you got to promise one thing.”
Pepper’s face fell at that, looking like she was about to cry, but Andrew pulled on her hand and jutted out his chin defiantly. “What?” he said.
Lauren winked at him. “You’ve got to laugh at Brandon.”
Brandon poked his head out from the driver’s seat. “No you don’t.”
Lauren waved him quiet. “At him, remember. Not with. At. Can you do that?” The two children nodded. “Good kids. Hop on in the back.”
* The Professional (best heard rather than read)
