"Geez, geez, okay!" He put his hands in the air. "No need to be so
rude, hag. I was just kidding." With an angry huff, he disappeared
from the room, closing the door behind him.
He made his way down the hall, repeating her words in his mind,
down to the letter.
Let's see...
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EXCUSE ME, HE CAN BE AS ANGSTY AND ANNOYING AS HE WANTS. SHUTTUP.
LOL. SORRY, YOU'RE RIGHT. THIS IS A PROBLEM I HAVE, I DON'T MOVE
THE PLOT ALONG AS EFFECTIVELY AS I SHOULD.
Alexander appeared at the bedroom. He reached for the handle- then
a flicker appeared in his eyes.
The door didn't fully connect with the frame.
Cautiously, he placed the palm of his hand on it-
And it swung open in its entirety.
He stepped inside, glancing nervously about himself.
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Alexander slipped by, his eyes studying the vast, empty expanse.
His hands ran over the surface, which was indeed rather dusty. Then
his hand touched the bound book-
And he paused.
He listened intently to see if she was listening.
Evidently not hearing anything, he slipped it into his pocket,
intending to read it later.
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You see, the lady had a fondness for romance novels, and decided to
write one of her own.
The protagonist in the novel, a Miss Aiofe Sylventine, was based on
herself.
The lady dreaned of having a prince sweep her off her feet, so she
created her own knight in shining armour, to fall in love with the
protagonist.
It was her little world, that book, in which she could pretend that
she could do whatever she want, and actually have someone to love.
It brought a year to her eye when she thought about how.lonely she
actually was.
[Aaaannd, said "prince" (who was actually displaying signs of
antisocial personality disorder and some psychotic tendencies and
total hatred for his "princess") had just stolen it.]
He stepped back, finished with the dusting, and quietly made his
way past her.
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that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
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