I have dug myself a nicely sized hole. Copies of my fiction draft are due tomorrow (uhh, today technically); there is an approximate ten-page minimum and I have almost eight written already but the story itself is nowhere near complete and I am already nodding off.
I'm almost considering writing in a meteor crash to end it in the next page.
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"...and then we followed a tree."
(The new "that's what she said.")
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