Awhile back I started working on a romantic novel, but I gave up on it because it was too formulaic. Here's a clip of it...
Dora stood with her riffle daydreaming of hotnobing some austanauts. “For f*cks face, my love life is pining for the fjordsâ€. she thinks to herself.
Dora has reached her tipping point?
Please Dear Gaia, No!
