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Sage

Chillin' in the Park

unpublished

You are chillin' in the park. (Unpublished for good, although I would like to say to TCat I thought I did correct the grammatical errors in the story, and would like to know where I didn't correct them. A sequel will be released shortly, and hopefully an improvement on this story.) Edit: nevermind, fuck that. Nothing like this will ever be attempted by me again. This story will not be deleted just so I know exactly what not to write.

Sydney

unpublished

I really, really hate spoilers.

Which one of us are you talking about? I just looked at his profile, did he really ask someone to write a fanfic for him?

https://chooseyourstory.com/forums/newbie-central/message/28543 Not sure if this counts, but it might help you.

Now you sound crazy, the titles can't just change.

It was always who licks potatoes, wdym?

No, because they look like our president's skin.

Is that a humble brag for today? I need an expert over here.

By the River I pick the petals off the flower, letting them fly in the gentle breeze and land in the river, a few of the millions of little pink dots flowing away. “She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me.” That was the last petal, which means she must like me back, yet I still can’t work up the courage to ask her out. I sit in deep thought, until a familiar voice breaks my concentration. “Julia, what are you doing out here?” It’s her, I feel my face heating up as I turn around and look at her. “Just uh, looking at the pretty leaves.” She walks over and sits beside me, and my heart flutters. She doesn’t say anything for a moment, just looks at the river as I try to keep my face straight, barely able to stop looking at her. She’s so beautiful, with freckles dusting her nose and beautiful clear pale skin that perfectly pairs with her flowy white-blonde hair and dazzling emerald eyes. She’s perfect. “This is nice, the perfect weather to just watch the river.” She says, sighing as she watches the leaves fall. As much as I want to tell her, I can’t muster up the courage to speak to her, so instead I sit with her, taking in the scene before me. Wrote a story just for this.

She said Chinese and I died a little inside, that's all.

https://m.youtube.com/shorts/eOsfNR50Q0o this is definitely not a me thing though.

Why did you think you would get good recipes from answering questions wrong?