O̶͙͆̔̐͠ ̸̦̬͕̏͂ͅB̷̨͙̘͕̙͎͈̙̰̥̰̪̀͗̿̀͒̓̐͗̒̈̑̎͘̚ ̶̮̹̳͖͔̔̂͋̏̄̔́̃͌̄Á̷̢͔͖̬͍̥̑̀̊̂̃̈́̈́͋͘͘͘ ̵̧̡̧̙̭̫̻̤̲͇͕̳̤͒̈́͛̏̀̊̈́̐̓̈̓̂̓̆̚M̷̹̮̗̽̓̂̊̾̃̐̎̎̄͝ ̵̧̤͇͇̹͌̒̽͊̊̑͊͊̀̕̕A̸̡͚͚͔̜̣̪̱̱͚̳̹̍̉̉̆̓́̀ ̵̢̹̯̻̞̘͚̦́̋̿͑ ̷̡̨̖͖̲̮̠̘̬̞̣͔̮͑̀̀̓͂̎͒ ̸̬̈̓̀͗͒̓́P̵̞̳̲͙̘͉̟̥̙̪̖̼̙̆̀́̍̊͆ ̸̥̳̄̂̕R̷̢̟̙̝͖̦̪͖͍̥͗̑͐͗̉̓̋̅́̑̎̿́̽͝ ̶̛̟̭̭̔͋̆́͝Ỉ̶̢̯̳̽̂̒́̋̔ ̷̰̩̠̲̟̪̖̘̻̓̒S̶̭̼̦͇̳̞̼̱̲̦̖̜͂̐̉̚ ̶̧̨̪͍͖̜̟̫̳̼͌͒̆M̶̧̡̛͈̗̖͉̰͈͈̻̼͙͈͉̀́̌̑̈́̋̽̀̈́̕͘͝͝͝
there's two of us, we don't know what we're doing either.
No we kinda do, we are going to take it in turns to write a chapter to a story without the other person knowing what we have written until they first see it
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Story by wouldn't you like to know weatherboy
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Small Cauliflower Trees
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There are two of us and we are not going to talk about where each of us are taking the story, we just pick up...