The young woman sat cross-legged on the bench,

The young woman sat cross-legged on the bench, in the very middle of it, as if to warn people not to sit next to her. She stared blankly at nothing, her eyes wide and emotionless,
and she didn't move even when Nothing took a menacing step towards her bench. "It's rude to stare," Nothing said before sitting next to her defiantly. Still blank-eyed, she said,
"how could I be staring, you're- you're nothing!" Nothing looked dissapointed, not even she could understand where he was coming from. Art class was almost over.
But I was still having major trouble distinguishing between cubism, futurism, and fauvism. Should I dare to sneak into Doc Jones' lab and use the timetalker to call Picasso?
Of course I should! I scampered to the lab and peered through the window where I spotted Doc Jones, a white coat draped over him and spectacles on his face. How was I supposed to
steal his secret formulation for Doc. Jones zit-be-gone? He peered into a micropscope. Then I spotted his lab journal. I decided to try to steal it. I pasted a fake zit on my nose
to disguise myself and said in my best geeky nasal voice, "Do you mind if I take a peek in the microscope?" While he was being distracted, I swiped the secret zit cream formula.
I was a concerned citizen of my face, so I just wanted to give the new zit cream FDA was testing a quick try. As I dodged Secret Service members on the way home, my nose felt stran
gely puckered. My nostrils were shrinking & I could barely breathe. Escaping into a dark alley, I glanced down at the stolen medicine. "Preparation-H" it said. Oh shit. No wonder
I was feeling so comfortable right now and then! At last I could relax and heal body in the land of oxygen deprivation. Preparation-H had become my favorite anti-oxidant therapy.

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Finished: 2015-01-17 23:32:48

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