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"I want no savior, baby, I just want to have a good time."
Too tired to tackle writing last night. Here's what I got this morning.
Continued from here.
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The clothes caught him off guard for a second. As did the hair. And... makeup?
“What?” he said. “Did I interrupt a date?”
He had to keep himself from wincing after he said it; as soon as the word date left his mouth he thought of several other mean-spirited comments that would've had a far better effect. Like apologizing for interrupting the Slut Parade. Or... Slut... Prom.
Jesus. He really wasn't having a good evening.
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And here's some bonus material: When I was trying to wrap up the last section from two nights ago, I hit a wall. I asked my s.o. to give me five words, sight unseen. His contribution is as follows:
I pointed out that that was only four words, and he came back with this:
Truly masterful prose, that.
Continued from here.
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The clothes caught him off guard for a second. As did the hair. And... makeup?
“What?” he said. “Did I interrupt a date?”
He had to keep himself from wincing after he said it; as soon as the word date left his mouth he thought of several other mean-spirited comments that would've had a far better effect. Like apologizing for interrupting the Slut Parade. Or... Slut... Prom.
Jesus. He really wasn't having a good evening.
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And here's some bonus material: When I was trying to wrap up the last section from two nights ago, I hit a wall. I asked my s.o. to give me five words, sight unseen. His contribution is as follows:
And then he burped.
I pointed out that that was only four words, and he came back with this:
“You're a weenis,” she said, then left, smirking.
Truly masterful prose, that.