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Another in a continuing series of nonsensical randomness. The “rules” are here.
57: My mind is blank, void of inspiration or creative insight. I wonder how long my imprisonment within the writer’s block will continue–I hold little optimism for a jailbreak any time soon, as I toss a tennis ball against the wall. Thump, thump, thump.
So that’s what that noise is….I’m over here in the next cell…
I’ve got a teaspoon…maybe we can dig our way out of here.