Well, this half bald, half fat, half bad amateur writer offered me a role, and though I was half inclined to refuse, work is hard to come by nowadays (don't people read books anymore?), so here I am!
Let's have a look at the scenery. "Nondescript" is probably too nice a word, but. it'llhave to do. There's a stair leading up. Seven tall steps. It's something really disturbing about the way it just disappears into the sky. Besides, even though each step is only 5 or 6 feet high, together they form more than a mile of stairway. I don't like paradoxes. They make my fists itch. Besides, there's this pageboy sitting on the third step playing that riff on a twelve string guitar. In other words: this seems bad.
Then there’s the step leading down, of course. I examine the first step. The words "It's for your own best" are carved into the stone. On the next step: "I promised her not to tell anybody, but she needs help, you know". Oh d@*m! I should have taken that offer from Rankin instead. At least he avoids the clichées. Too late now, the only thing I can do is:
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