The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
She was suddenly in a green meadow. She fell down, hurting herself, but not too much since she landed on the grass. "Where am I?" She spotted a person just standing there, in the middle of the meadow. "Oy! Where am I? And who are you?""
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
"Aw, thanks. Yours is STRANGE!" She laughed in two seconds before smiling again. "I'm kidding. It's really nice. Cleo." She took her hand and stood up.
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
"I don't know. I was just about to sit down to eat some cereal, and appeared... Here..." Her tummy rumbled. "Oh, my cereal. I wanted to eat that." She made a pouting face.
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
