Is it any good?
- kittykat
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Hello, dear readers.
Please forgive me for the absence of your name, I did try to find it, but soon after men in blue and black suits with shiny, gold badges stopped me. Told me I was a “stalker.” Whatever that is… and just to let you know I’m making the little quote fingers. It’s where you take both your hands and the first two fingers then bend them when you get to a specific word or sentence, for those of you who do not know. Anyway, that’s beside the point.
I’ve come today with a quill—No! I’ve promised I wouldn’t lie. I have come with a pen and a bottle of whiteout, or liquid paper I’ve heard it’s called in some cases. I don’t see why they made up that name since it’s not really liquefied paper. It’s much like the name Cross Country and how you run a mile or so then go back to your bus and drive home, so technically you’re not going across the country. It is very misleading and I'm on the edge of sending a complaint letter.
Now, before I go on to let you let your fingers let themselves turn the page to therefore let your eyes begin reading I must ask you a favor—if you’ll let me. It’s a short, small favor. Nothing much if you really put it into perspective against some of the other things your acquaintances have asked you for. …You know what I’m talking about—because, truthfully, I don’t.
GAH! Um, well… I’m sorry for my sudden outburst. I just found my new puppy chewing on one of my shoes. Wait, “sudden outburst” sounds too formal. Let me change that… Where’d my whiteout go? Did I leave it on the shelf? Why am I writing my thoughts on this paper? Oh well, too late fix it. Blasted liquid paper. What a douche…
Okay, well, I really must be finis ing up. I’m afraid that I’m ru ning out o ink in th s pen. I’ve had it fo at lea t a year o so.. mayb les . ut if I do ’t f nish it ple se don’t h sita e to go o to the ext pag
AH HA! I have found a new pen! Hey, wait… wasn’t I going to ask something?
