O.K. I am absolutely sick and tired of this story, of writing in general. I am a dedicated reader but writing is tedious and boring. Does any one want this story? That sounds funny but you can continue it. You really don't have to even ask. Four people could do a different continuation. Just tell me as a review. Like yeah I'm gonna continue your story it's going to be called......... O.K. thanks I want to read some. Please someone do it?

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Please.



Please.


Faithfully yours,
Monoply5

P.S. Please don't report me...Please!!!
P.P.S I'll start the story again....

Tristan comes running into the coffee shop to see Rory talking to some lady he assumed was her mother.
"Well hello there ladies, Ms. Gilmore...Rory. I hate to ruin this girl talk session but me and Rory have somewhere to go that...well begins in about an hour and although i do have a sports car there are speed limits and so on so off we go!"
"Babble much Bible Boy" said Rory giving him a rather odd look.
"Well, it could be the two beautiful ladies sitting before me!" Tristan replied with his trademark smirk.
"Break it up you two, it's Lorelia, Tristan. And if biblical names are your thing i'm more of a Mary Magdelene!" Lorelia said, also with a smirk.
"Wow! You to are nothing alike" Tristan stated.
"No, but we are the same." Rory said. Making Tristan give her a quizical look and Lorelia laugh.
"There is a little Gilmore in her, isn't there" Lorelia said laughing. "Bye you two, oh by the way...where in the world are you two hoodlums going?"
"You know around, it's a suprise." Remarked Tristan.
"May I use the tickets then" begged Lorelia.
"I wounldn't have it any other way." charmed Tristan.
" Oh you to I want no doing of anything I did when i was 16 that leaves you two to talking and sharing deep personal moments...Okeydokey!"
"Bye mom love you" Rory said laughing at the exchange that just took place.




There I'm out... For good. Unless reeally none of you want to continue my story.