There was more to this story, another one written in the format of a "zine" (homemade magazine) but I can't find it.... (c) QE3
If you are reading this at the moment let me first congratulate you on how super nice (and possibly batty) you are. It really means a lot to me that someone out there is interested in my life enough to pick up a copy of my zine. But now, if I may ask, how did you come across this strange “fate” to begin with? By any chance are you perhaps stuck in the waiting room of an old dentist with a balding head that shines like a flouresent lamp on its own, who smells like a spoiled Arby’s chicken salad, and has a mole on his nose the size of Utah? If this is the case, I need to talk to my marketing people. (I said only cute, nice smelling, mole-free, female dentists darn it!)
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