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[onehoopyprefect]

Ford is sitting in his bed, the Guide in his lap, open to "Compose" mode. Where it has been the entire night.

This isn't easy for me to write

Delete.

You know how I'm always looking for a good time? Well, now I'm looking for something else.

Delete.

Dump that two-headed egomaniac. He never loved you as much as he loves himself anyway.

Delete. Delete. Delete.

So much for pulling off an improbable event.