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Open Letter to Mokkun
You.
I love you, and you're incredibly useful, even if I admit I kind of abuse you a little and your screen needs to be cleaned. But I have put up with your freak outs, your little glitches, the mousepad that hates to work--I'm fine with all of that. I've grown fond of your idiosyncrasies.
That does not give you the right to eat an entire file of the new stuff I had for my story about Lancaster.
You left me the outline, at least, but I'm telling you. This is not on.
Sincerely, the writer that depends on you,
Rachel
I love you, and you're incredibly useful, even if I admit I kind of abuse you a little and your screen needs to be cleaned. But I have put up with your freak outs, your little glitches, the mousepad that hates to work--I'm fine with all of that. I've grown fond of your idiosyncrasies.
That does not give you the right to eat an entire file of the new stuff I had for my story about Lancaster.
You left me the outline, at least, but I'm telling you. This is not on.
Sincerely, the writer that depends on you,
Rachel
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...Promise not to Google it to see what it's from? Yeah? Okay, here it is.
This world deceives the eye by surface charms,
but is corroded within by hidden wounds.
Let us flee him who smiles, shun him who follows us,
for by skilfully displaying its pleasures, this world
overwhelms us by deceit.