never fails, I clear my schedule and a pressure-front drops on me...
Since I have too bad of a sinus toothache to keep my mind on any of the things I'm "supposed" to be writing, let's try some Audience Participation instead:
Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you one sentence from that story.
A pack is a family, and a family raises its pups. Okay, so half of my pack isn't even really human, kind of, but if we can arrive at an agreement about sharing the territory around Forks, should it really matter that this kid has two daddies and a mommy and the weirdest blended family outside of an old Munsters rerun?
I don't have to work here, you know. I have a lot going for me. I've even been a model, I'm in bloody books. But someone has to look after you, make sure your cubs are brought up to know what the world looked like, back when we were all free.
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