One of which takes place in preschool. And everyone is tiny and adorable. And my imagination is just sitting there going, “Yes, yes, excellent,” and rubbing it’s mental hands together.
I’ve not written fanfiction in quite some time, but I find myself saddling up once more and riding out into the sunset to do battle at High Noon with villains (or perhaps heroes) that wish to challenge my peaceful existence with their sixshooters and interesting internal monologues.
I feel that metaphor has rather gotten away from me.
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