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It had been 3 weeks since we'd found Ping safe and sound at that truckstop, selling herself as a cock depository for loose change or the odd bag of cornnuts. But still... something was bothering me.
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| It's this damn narrative box! It follows me around, feeling the need to encapsulate everything I say and tie it up in a nice little bow. | |
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I was obviously delirious. Narrative Box is all things to all people. It is a godsend, an anchor to the story, and... if I may say so... quite the lady's man.
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| Great, now it's rambling on about its sexual prowess. | |
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Narrative Box does not ramble, sir! Narrative Box is quite eloquent in its speech and... hey! What are you doing??
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| So, Doc, you think you can saw out the part of my brain that harbors the narrative box? | |
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| Fuck if I know! I'm just looking forward to the ride! | |
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