it’s like some kind of a tree conspiracy

Two Weeks Ago
TREES: “Keep ALL the leaves!”

One Week Ago
TREES: “Cripes, a hurricane is coming! Operation: Keep ALL the Leaves is NOT a go! Abort! Abort! Drop ‘em all!”

Now
TREES: “Eh, we’ve still got a few. You just go ahead and rake up what’s down there, we’ll hang onto these for a bit longer. Not sure when we’ll drop them, actually. Probably once all the raking’s done, would be a good guess. Keep the mystery alive, right?”

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nanowrimo day 3

words written: 1632

quote of the day: For once, she really hoped that it contained someone trying to kill her, and not some sort of innocent civilian in the wrong place at the wrong time. That would be awkward.

song pick: That Ain’t My Truck (Rhett Akins)*

[*earned on a technicality today -- I'm at the nano word goal for day 3, barely, so I'm calling it a win despite not actually writing 1667 words today]

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