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Originally Posted by Rivergold
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The Author tapped his foot on the ground, trying to stay calm. He waited for the people to get intoxicated by the fog, but it was taking too long, especially for a certain girl. "Suddenly," he wrote, "the fog became thicker, making its way down the tiny little hole Ana had dug in." A lesson was needed to be taught. These.. these people needed to understand. They were pawns in a game,
his game. Fictional characters in a story. Why couldn't they behave? It's only one book. "Does anybody know how to be obedient anymore?!" He shouted.