starrkers
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i812 said:The trolls interrupt me. They are filling my inbox with email. I seem to have an uncanny knack for speaking to them. My story talks to them right where they live. Under every rock. I am the Pied Piper of trolls.
Suddenly the trolls are gone. A harp begins to play. A beautiful angel wearing a glowing golden halo and diaphanous white gown descends towards me riding on a little white cloud. It is the angel starrkers. She tells me wonderfully soothing things. She says that she read my story, and it is good. She says that she will read more of my stories, once I have written them. Utter peace envelopes me. Then she ascends back into the sky.
I return her kindness by reading her stories. They are beautifully told and in a wide variety of genres. Her literary skill and versatility leave me spellbound and awestruck.
Then I realize that I have developed this bizarre fetish. An uncontrollable urge for headless legless women.
I've been called many things, but never an angel!

And now you're making me blush
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