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PJO fanfic. overdramatic(?) OC. Crack? *** I 'fell in love' with the wrong girl, and was blinded for it. Now, an eternity later, I'm still hiding and hoping Artemis and her Hunters don't find me any time soon, because I really don't fancy having to break another jackalope curse. In fact, I've sworn off girls for life, not even allowing myself little 'oh that random girl walking by is kinda cute' moments, because I am sure that the moment I do is the moment I die. And you know, being blind and somehow immortal (rather, I won't die unless I'm killed) and not even being able to escape Artemis' wrath in death really sucks! To all you dudes out there, please: don't EVER hold the door for a girl in sparkly silver camping gear. Artemis will automatically assume you are being a pervert rather than using common courtesy, and try to kill you. She's, like, the embodiment of radical feminism. DON'T DO IT, MAN. NOT EVEN IN ANCIENT-GREEK TIMES. SHE GOUGED MY EYES OUT WITH A SPORK, AND SPORKS WEREN'T EVEN INVENTED YET.
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