screaping?
Screaping is indeed the new term for this.
You consider the life choices that have led to this situation. The summer you spend in tuscany befriending a small lame dog, nursing it back to health and finally winning it's trust only for it to bite you and have to be put down. The time you and your cousin got a little to cosy on a couch and you mother took you home, the rest of which you can't remember. The time you ate that dead racoon.
The Spacey thing catches up with you again.
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"I love this story- any path I choose makes me laugh about something or other."
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"Strange"
Just Chatting "This is such a sad story!"
Just Chatting "How do I hook up with those lezzers on the right."
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"FYI - edit is available to the posts's author for 1 hour after a post is made, UNLESS someone's already branched it. If that's already happened, you're out of luck. ;)"
Just Chatting "It's a good thing there's an edit button then, Radlord (it appears on the top right but does not appear if there are any branches leading off of your post)"
Just Chatting "I may need an edit button soon, lest I make even more of an arse of myself with my awful spelling and typing."
Just Chatting "Hmm, those super long song lyrics with no punctuation are foiling my random excerpter. I'll have to do a little tweaking there. :)"
Just Chatting "you see the child smile for the first time*"
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