Finished 7:12. Late, I know. I'm not sure whether this should count as a strike or not. Strike 9.5, maybe?
“Our
Author still isn't getting much done, are they?” asked Blue.
“They
didn't even send us any wine this time,” moaned Araziel, and Blue
wasn't feeling brave enough to tell her that it was probably for her
own good. Aengus was still sat away from them, clearly not used to
having to deal with the Author's incompetence, and Blue was starting
to feel a little sorry for him. “You know, the time will pass
quicker if you join in on the conversation,” Blue shouted over, and
Aengus grunted in acknowledgement but made no move to get up and join
them.
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