Words written: 1,400. Remaining in January: 6,800. Lighter fluid, stay away from me.
iTunes on random shuffle started playing We’re Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister just when a schoolyard fight started in Blank Slate. Appropriate? A sign from the Fates? Maybe not, since the I guy got the crap kicked out of him. Another offering for the Gods of Irony.
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