Friday nights had nothing to do with Times New Roman, besides the fact that the former was rendered from the latter. Feeling a little hungry and a lot horrible, Times New Roman ordered some pizza.
“How large is your medium?” it asked.
Written by Jimmy Chen
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In Fiction on 2 May, 2009Franz Kafka awoke one morning to find himself unpublished. This wasn’t much news to his family, who enjoyed passive-aggressively broaching upon his lack of literary prospects, with respect to his sister Ottla, a notable online writer. He had difficulty rolling off his back. What he thought was exoskeleton was just crust from a night of drooling. He was not looking forward to breakfast.
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In Fiction on 2 May, 2009Oscar remembers only two things about Dr. Weisman’s office: a framed print of a watercolor depicting a nautical scene, and a tissue box with horribly rendered flowers.
– How was your weekend? Dr. Weisman asks.