I'm doing NaNoWriMo with a bunch of friends.
A certain idiotic child amongst them is writing a novel about how his dad was killed by a duck.
Since I'm accustomed to his . . . weirdness, one would think I could tolerate this.
But, nuuuuuuu, I don't think I can. Because he might name the novel YOLO.
And this here is why I feel like I am about to cry.
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