bum and bollocks.
Reading poetry and listening to classical music has made my writing rather more poetic of late.
My supe is going to rip this chapter, and my writing, apart.
And don't I sound like a pretentious prat in need of a good kick-in-the-bum?!
This always happens when my mental-writing-voice takes on a Victorian-era British accent.
I am ridiculous.
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