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[erastes]

Dear Lawyer. 30 mins of dictation does not take 30 minutes to transcribe. *stabs*

Dear Word: Thank you SO MUCH for crashing 29 mins and 46 seconds into the dictation. If you haven't autosaved when you come back on line, I'm stringing myself up by the Trussocks*

Dear Readybrek: Why did I used to like you? You are disgusting.

Dear WIP: no-one's going to read you, you know this. They all want romance, not tragedy. With teef. Not a vampire in sight.

Dear Protag. Just fuck the boy will ya and stop mooning about like a love-sick ninny.

Dear Six Apart: He's 17. ^^

Dear Clock: Why aren't you showing 5.30?

*the area near the photocopier