"It wasn't my fault."
Slapping the pen on the desk and flexing my fingers, I awaited the inevitable as the pages were scanned. Three, two...
"That's not what -"
"Wait a minute" – I can Look with the best of them – "I can write you a shopping list, I can write you a poem, I will happily write you a story so wrong you will blush and have your pants off by the second page, but I am not writing some daft lines. Especially", I pointed at the offending words on the top line, "THAT!"
"Because...?"
"It. Was. Not. My. Fault!!!"
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