You went into Auntie Em's Garden Emporium and was clueless because you didn't read the Lightning Thief and thought she was actually gonna take your picture but you got turned into stone by Auntie Em, who is actually Medusa, and a car drove over you and you were smashed to a billion pieces.
A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it. — Roald Dahl
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