“Trala? Hey, so, uhhh, what brings you up here?” I look at once pretty woman now covered in dust bunny remains and cobwebs. Her cherished blue dress is tattered. Scratches cover her legs and arms.
“Didn’t think I was still around did you? Thought the dust bunnies at me, I bet. You said they were cute and fuzzy! Lies! They’re vile little creatures. And their teeth!”
“They are? I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize they’d gone wild.”
“Yeah, right. Ms. Wildstar says otherwise.”
“Did she send you up here? I wondered where she’d gotten off to.”
Trala wipes some of the cobwebs from her hair and flips her long dark locks over her shoulders. “She gave me this flyer and told me to ask you a question about some Nana na mo thing.
“It’s NaNoWriMo, but nevermind, wouldn’t want you to sprain something. What’s today’s question?”
She squints at the flyer. “What is the title of your story?”
“I have no idea.”
“That’s an odd title.”
“It is, isn’t it?”
“Next I’m supposed to ask why you choose that title.”
“Because I don’t know what the book is called yet!” I take a deep breath and let it out. “Hey Trala, have you ever heard the term TSTL?”
“No. Why?”
“You should go look it up. I think you’d find it enlightening.”
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