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Mary Sue
CK putters about her virtual space, checking her friends page, surfing ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
muck_a_luck's memories, making story recommendations in brainofck. Snickering at Billy and Liv and enjoying Sam's grammar lesson.
Then, suddenly and quite unexpectedly, something triggers it.
The sadness. The melancholy.
The irritation.
For no apparent reason, she grumbles, "Brain O'Fuck!" She sighs deeply, a frustrated scowl crossing her face, to be replaced by a somewhat rueful smile. "Dammit," she says, without much conviction.
"Brain of CK, people," she mutters to herself, "Brain of CK."
She sighs and shakes her head again. Glares at the cat on the modem for good measure. And clicks Update.
muck_a_luck's memories, making story recommendations in brainofck. Snickering at Billy and Liv and enjoying Sam's grammar lesson. Then, suddenly and quite unexpectedly, something triggers it.
The sadness. The melancholy.
The irritation.
For no apparent reason, she grumbles, "Brain O'Fuck!" She sighs deeply, a frustrated scowl crossing her face, to be replaced by a somewhat rueful smile. "Dammit," she says, without much conviction.
"Brain of CK, people," she mutters to herself, "Brain of CK."
She sighs and shakes her head again. Glares at the cat on the modem for good measure. And clicks Update.
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