A week ends, a week begins. Time goes by.
“Oh, Jesus… not now.”
“You are like so totally deep, man.”
“Seriously, leave me alone.”
“What is the meaning of life, oh wise one?”
“I’m really not in the mood for this shit.”
“Well, now you know how we feel.”
“What? You don’t like my posts?”
“This one sucks.”
“Yes, but I’d say that’s more your fault than mine.”
“You weren’t really off to a good start.”
“I’d only written two sentences.”
“Two crappy sentences. What are you, introducing a soap opera?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing. Stupid-heads.”
“Did you call us stupid-heads?”
“I did.”
“Calling your readers stupid-heads, that’s brilliant.”
“Thank you.”
“Enough of this.”
“I WIN!”
“Oh, grow up.”
“Ok, stupid-heads.”
“I told you to leave me alone. You didn’t listen.”
“Ok, point taken. Continue with your post.”
“Fuck you.”
“What? Go ahead. Write.”
“You won’t interrupt me?”
“No. Enthrall us with stories of South Korea.”
“. . .”
“Well? We’re all waiting.”
“I’ve got nothing to say.”
“Yeah, we know.”
“. . .”
“. . .”

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