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KUMQUAT !” David yelled out the window of the starship. I don’t think anyone knew what one of those were… I barely did. They were about as known as a platypus out here. I wrote my story, the plaid ink coming out onto the paper in the form of words.

“I love these pens… they’re so colorful,” I said, continuing to write. It was so much fun to watch it come out… but that’s me. I’m so eaisly amused. We land back on Earth, and I climb out, story completed. I turned it in to my publisher and he published it, giving me back the original copy. Before I knew it. I woke up. It was just a dream.

“Dangit!”

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