I wander in the desert of words. Flurries of punctuation flies around my head like gnats, landing in my eyes, buzzing in my ears.
Eyes watering, I see a shimmer of hope on the horizon. The elusive thread of story, taunting me. I race to catch it only to fall into a pit of despair.
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Ahem, this is Charlie, the Cat. Clearly Minion #1 is losing her grip on reality. I will escort her from the box that beeps so ferociously as I walk across its massaging stones.
Charlie, the Cat