Dry as a Bone but I'm Still Alone
Really only writing so someone in particular will stop bitching at me.
"Man, I don't have time to write"
"Neither do I, that's why you have to, otherwise it will wither do you hear me? Wither!"
"Wow, that's some megalomania there."
"Yeah, I've been meaning to get that plant looked at, it might have fin rot too."
"No, I meant tha- nevermind."
Then he does one of those ridiculous smiles he likes to do. The ones that he likes to think make you feel uncomfortable. They work mind you, but that doesn't make them less infuriating.
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