Short Story
It's Not My Fault
Prologue This is almost a prose poem or stream of consciousness. The Vocal "Just A Minute" Challenge closes soon and I see so many people who are trying to submit at the last minute, and sometimes failing to hit the deadline. Sometimes it is Vocal's fault, when the server goes down, and that must be very annoying, but sometimes it may be the creator's own set-up, or some real-life episode like a family or work issue that has stopped them, and the fact that they have waited til the last minutes before submitting.
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