I’ve spent the day doing formatting, and tomorrow’s subscription drops are all prepped. I keep snort-chuckling over SHE’S FLEEING A BYRONIC HERO; Titness and Lord Chestthumper are both so hapless.

Now I am not allowed to work any more today, or I forfeit pizza.

And we simply can’t have THAT, can we.

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