Randy sighed and stretched as he entered the shower. These days, he was Template more than Randy. If he hadn't retired the Revolutionary he might even be spending more time as her than himself.
Myself, he thought, as he washed. Why is that pronoun so complicated for me?
Masks XV
by
Rodford Edmiston
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Oops. Thought I'd be quick
Oops. Thought I'd be quick like the Prince of Speed and make my own title page this time, but it didn't show at first. When I refreshed the My Stories page a few minutes later, there it was and also one by the staff. Oops, again.
Anyway, thank you. I'll just leave this to you folks. You do a better job than I did, anyway. :-)
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