It was a white crane. It was a helpless thing. Upon a red stain. With an arrow in its wing. And it called and cried. And it called and cried so...I'd apologize for not updating, but it's really been a mercy to you, dear readers, so instead, I demand adulation for not inflicting myself upon you. I accept both heartfelt thanks and imbibables
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Why must life be so difficult? Or alternately, why must I be so ornery and difficult? No, that couldn't be it. Better just to blame the universe.
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