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August 29 - September 2, 2021
“Did you break out the pink nightsaber?
Linc: Do you do anything with them? Submit them for publishing? Elizabeth: Do you submit your art for exhibitions? Linc: My art isn’t good enough to be put on display. Elizabeth: Neither is my writing. Linc: Isn’t that for the reader to decide? Elizabeth: Shouldn’t your work be judged by others and not yourself, too? Linc: Touché. Does anyone know you write?
“Girlie, your lips are going blue. Go out to the merch stall and buy yourself a sweater.” Cleo’s mouth dropped open then snapped shut. “Hell no. You want me to wear a sports… thing?”
“Nothing but pigs, eh? Looks to me like someone’s got a wicked craving for some pork.”
that counted for way more than a smoldering gaze that said ‘I’m going to murder you in your sleep, jock boy.’
Elizabeth: I’m pretty sure there’s a drunk elf in my phone trying to be ‘helpful’. It comes out as auto-incorrect more often than not.
“Don’t let the bastards get you down, Cleo.”
Was he asking permission? For what? Did it matter? She volunteered as tribute.
“Any time, Miss Morrison.” He nodded. “Thanks for the cupcake.” Did he wink at her? “Did he wink at you?”
“We didn’t kiss again, but we shared a cupcake.” “And that traumatized you?” “I’ve never been more turned on by a cupcake in my entire life.”
Cleo: You should totally enter this competition. You’d be great at it! Feel the fear and do it anyway, Mr. Darcy. Do the scary thing!!!!
“Little known secret, some guys fucking love going down on their girl. I
I guess that’s the trouble with feeling like a fraudster. Once you’re prone to feelings of inadequacy, it doesn’t matter how good you are, that voice will always shout louder. Even if you went pro, you’d still find a way to feel like you’ve hoodwinked people into thinking you’re good.” “You think so?” “I know so.” “How do you deal with it?” Jeremy chuckled. “I pat myself on the back for being an epic trickster god and convincing people I’m actually good enough at something that they believe me.” It was Lincoln’s turn to laugh. “That works?”
“Do whatever the fuck lights you up inside. Do it shamelessly and unapologetically. Life is too short to live in the shadow of where you really want to be. It’s too short for regrets.”
