All that I touch seems to break in my hands, then it just bursts into flames.
Somewhere in the USA. Probably older than you. And something about MLP:FIM makes me want to write stories. Unfortunately, being gainfully employed cuts into my writing time.
Hello? Is... is this thing on? The red light means it's on, right? Or do I... I have to push a button, don't I? Well, which one? There's like ten! The black one? They're all black!
By windward strides and holy ghosts, what rests beside the barren coasts?
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