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he was bhenchoding on the bus very bloody-bastardly one day when a flock of hebes boarded and plopped down straight across from his designated sitting seat. he was a regular passenger on this bus in his adopted home of east toronto, and the seat became his whether he liked it or not, for no one dared sit in it as he did. walnut-skinned and small in stature, he was otherwise unassuming, yet people instinctively gave him space, and he moved through the bus as if it naturally yielded to him. by all accounts, the man was convinced he was a lion, a king--the bus his jungle, his seat his throne--but no king is truly complete without a queen, and that day he was convinced he would find his among the hebes.
thinking a up kinoino storyino set in a modern setting that does NOT contain incest and is narratively satisfying
meh

I'm gonna write everything myself in a text file

structure:

scene: (brief description of the scene at the very start, only appearing at the very start of the scene)

narrator: (explanation of what's currently happening or what's going to happen)

character: (dialogue)


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I'll also separate each scene into blocks with these equal signs
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watching Seinfeld and Sopranos because according to WGAW, these are the best written TV shows ever.

The majority of TV shows is literally highschool drama slop written exclusively for female audiences, so I may have to agree that Seinfeld and Sopranos are the best shows ever written.

Better than ER, breaking bad, LOST, etc.—I agree.
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>riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
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And then once again the response came back:
You still have to go back.
This hill... it's silent... and it's residents... are evil... seems as the evil... is within