The heroine from my current WIP won't talk to me at home. She'll only reveal her tale when we're out and about. Her favorite place to chat is the pub on the corner. I wandered over today in hopes of progressing the story, intending to have a slice of pizza as we worked. She however, had an alternate plan. She refused to speak to me until I ate this entire brownie sundae. And she made me ask that they add a caramel drizzle on top. Good thing they know me there and are used to such requests. Oh, did I forget to mention that it was closer to breakfast than it was to lunch while all this was going on?
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