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Dear Underwood
It should not take me half an hour to load a ribbon.
It's been half a day, and I still look like I lost a fight with an ink bottle.
No love,
Kiffies
It's been half a day, and I still look like I lost a fight with an ink bottle.
No love,
Kiffies
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("technolowry" is an awesome word that makes me think of owls as well as wry)
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I mean, I don't understand how it's possible, but I am forced to accept the evidence of my senses on this one.
(Personally, my first in-person encounter with a live Great Horned Owl was fucking magical and I will forever cherish the soapstone carving of an owlet I got to commemorate the occasion even though I have had to glue it back together twice now.)
{Icon used because owls.}
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People exist... that dislike owls.
This is a sad thing, sir. For owls are the owliest of all creatures.
*petpets soapstone owl -- gently!*
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The soapstone owl is pretty sturdy, it's just the tail and wingtips that have been the victim of my fumbles. Petting is always acceptable! The top of the head and the throat-chest area are somwhat smoother than they were when I bought it, because for years I used the little statuette as a worrystone. *sheepish*