"How's Klose?"
"Still kicking."
"Badum tss."
"Pretend I bowed all gentlemanlike."
"How is he really?"
"Kind of mean. Well, his ears make his face look permanently angry. He also likes cereal."
"Like, the milk?"
"Well, if we're not looking he dips his paw in the bowl, fishes out some Cheerios then drops them on the floor to eat. Then he licks the milk from his paw."
"That's weird."
"I know."
"I guess he suits you."
"Badum tss."
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I'm off-point today.
You ever find, when you're writing a book you get to this point (literally, THIS POINT RIGHT HERE THIS/LAST CHAPTER) where you're like meh idk crappy chapters ftw!!
Be honest, was this chapter okay or was it drifting/
I'm trying to get back on the plan but it's hard when you lose said plan...
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Balconial Conversations
Short Storybal-co-nee-al ; of or referring to a balcony \\ in which a cynical girl and a disastrously (self-characterized) aromantic psychology student have daily discussions between neighbouring balconies \\ #1 in short story june & july 2k15 \\ book 1
