Oh my gosh, guys. You have no idea how much I want to smash a chair or something. This short story I'm currently writing is killing me. Part of me just wants to give up, print it out so far, and sacrifice it to some obscure fire god. I probably won't, because a bigger part of me thinks it could be really great if it would just stop being so stubborn. But let me tell you, the option for sacrifice is still open.
Just . . . why?
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