You told the man in the Broadway Hotel
Nothing was stranger than being yourself
And he replied, with a tear in his eye,
"Love was a rollaway
Just a cajole away
Mist on a summer's day
Nothing was clear
Love was a smile away
Just a defile away
I sought it every way
No one came near"

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Ashamed to admit, I'm way more proud of that title than I should be. So the May Pairing Contest was something I saw advertised last year, and on a whim, I thought I'd give it a shot since trying to figure out the dynamics of two characters you never see interact in the show itself is an interesting writing challenge. What came out was Plus Ones, and although I wasn't completely satisfied with the story it did receive a good amount of praise.

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Not from a lack of trying though.

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Well, trying to be a busy little beaver dragon this week and spend my free time doing productive things instead of browsing the Internet and wasting time procrastinating. It is invigorating to throw myself into things, and I wonder just what it is that keeps trying to pull me back into the petty and frivolous when I could be doing far more enjoyable things.

Is it base human nature?

Is it fear of actually trying?

Is it just the ease of consuming the easily digested?

Ah, well.

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