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[nuerotica]

In the time honored tradition of terse posts,

I'm writing a last minute short story about a "private pooer" (can't defecate in heavily trafficked areas) and I am greeted with the feeling of deja vu.  Kinda pathetic.

Also, it's turning into an odd love story.  Don't ask me how though.

James or He Who Ruins His Sleep Schedule

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[ogre_milk]

I used to be afraid to poop around other people, but you'd be surprised at what you'll do to feed an addiction