I Am Not Up To This. I

Oh You Know Me. I Have No Emotions. I'm A Robot. Or A Nun. A Robot Nun.

And Then She Frowned, And Shook Her Head, Then Put Her Arms Around Him Once More, Pressing Her Face Into His Shoulder, Making A Noise That Sounded Almost Like Rage. 'what's Up?' He Asked. 'nothing. Oh, Nothing. Just...' She Looked Up At Him. 'i Thought I'd Finally Got Rid Of You.' 'i Don't Think You Can.' He Said

Just Kidding' Was Exactly What People Wrote When They Meant Every Word.

I've Been A Compulsive Reader For As Long As I Can Remember.

At University, I Used To Write Silly Little Sketches And Monologues, But Never Fiction.