Risking annihilation, the waifer-thin dream fairy slipped the placeholder from his satchel and carefully slid it beneath Becky’s sleeping head.
I’ve been off sick the last few days (and now can’t see my desk for the work) and I was about to declaim this sentence as not belonging to me, but perhaps boot does have a life of her own and this was written by her, in my dreams?
Strange things often happen around any number containing a triple 8. I see from you tags that you remain wary. Good move.
Get in there and edit-away. As Keith said prior-to, there’s no history that’s not re-written.
I can’t censure myself. That would just be weird.