She would not control herself. She would not alter her objetive. And she would not count to four to calm herself down. She would run until the damned place was out of space and then she would escape.

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I can feel them doing so. Because, in less than a day and a half, I was able to write a five thousand long chapter of 'Whispers of the Past'. The only consequence was a little of sleep deprivation but don't worry I can fix that stuff in a mo'. I may, I mean, might, I mean, will fix that problem in a mo'.

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>Be me.
>Think you have got it all sorted out.
>Do a little research to add background to your ponah.
>Find out that 'Butterscotch' is a caramel.
>'Easy, already knew that one!'
>Caramel made from butter and brown sugar.
>'Well, you can always make him a baker or something...'
>Brown sugar is made with refined sugar and molasses.

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Not only accomplished, even, I feel like I just had a freaking epiphany delivered by Yisus-first-hand. I'm excited, I'm bloody, freaking excited. Like I had wings and then came down after realizing a particularly complex pirouette in the air.

What has brought so much excitement, thou cream-faced loon? You must ask.

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P.S: If ur reading this, ur gay.