Prologue
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Prologues are hot.
Storm
Prologues are exclusively for hot and cool people. You know what that means? It means if you’re reading this, you’re hot. You’re cool. All those losers who skip the prologue wish they were you.
Dummies.
And, yes, this does mean there’stechnicallyno prologue. Sure, I wrote an author’s note, and talking to you again here is redundant and unnecessary, and I could have just left the prologue out, couldn’t I have?
Well, yes, of course I could have.
But then, I’d have to jump right into the story? And that’s, like… scary?
So. Haha.
Prologue!
Although, I guess it’s over now… I should. Um. Get to it?
Right, right. Get to it.
Any second now.
Working up my Getting muscles.
Stretching out my To It ones.
Really prepping the body, you know?
…
Ugh. Fine. FINE. I’m going. Yeesh. Keep your pants on.
Begrudgingly writing your story,
Storm
P.S. The chapter headings are little notes from me. If you don’t want little notes from me interrupting your story, then don’t read them. If youdowant the bits and bobs from my brain vault, then do read them. Consider it a choose your own adventure. Fun!
Chapter One
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Fox and Poem are perfectly normal names, thank you for asking.
Poem
“It’s not that I think you’re unintelligent,” Fox Blackwood, world’s biggest jerk, declares. “It’s that I think you’re incompetent.”
My eyes narrow as my head swivels under the bar sink, where I lie working on a leakFoxcaused whenFoxlost his temper and kicked the pipes becauseFoxthought he needed to jump over the counter to physically assault someone becauseFoxcouldn’t handle one dumb drunk guy saying something stupid in his bar. Responsibly dealing with dumb drunks being one of the most basic parts of his job, as owner of Blackwood Brew. But sure. I’m the incompetent one. That makes sense.
“If I’m incompetent, then you’re unintelligent,” I retort. Should I be talking to the man who signs my checks this way? Probably not. Am I going to anyway? Yep, I sure am.
“Can you get out of there so I can fix the sink? You’re making things worse,” he snaps.
