Taunia sits at her desk, looking over her monitor to someone that is not there and sternly exclaims, "Would someone please tell John Fourfilms that I am in love with him. I don't care how old he is. I don't care if he's a woman. I just want him to know how his words have affected me."

Someone in Taunia's imagination walks by her desk and glances over from his paperwork, "Who's John Fourfilms?"

Taunia shakes her head, offers a flippant wave of her hand. "You wouldn't know him."

Her imagination strolls away, shrugging his shoulders. "Whatever."

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My spellcheck wants to replace fourfilms with burbling.

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