Once upon a time, in a land approximately 384400 km away, there was a rock. This rock is the main protagonist rock, also known as mpr. Mpr lived happily with his family of pebbles in a small crater upon the moon. He also had a romantic interest in this other pretty rock whom we will call Frida. Mpr absolutely adored Frida's hard edges, smooth surface and nonexistent stone cold eyes. He liked her so much in fact, that he was planning to propose to her once he had figured out this whole being alive thing.
Tragically, their peace was interrupted when another rock came falling from space. It had broken off from a larger rock, and then crashed in between Frida and mpr. This forceful separation basically meant that the new rock was holding Frida hostage. Even though mpr clearly needs to save Frida from this evil rock, he was acting a bit like a rock about this whole situation. He doesn't seem to mind this at all, perhaps Frida was just some toy to him? I guess that's the real tragedy here, mpr's misogyny inspired by how we treat women in our society. I mean why is it that Frida has to be held hostage instead of mpr? Wait, am I the misogynist for writing it this way? Not that I care, I'm just trying to stall for time really. After all, I can't really continue the story because of all the characters being rocks.
Well, how's the weather? Personally I don't really have weather here, just the emptiness of space.
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This is going to be short chapter, isn't it? I guess I should just end it here.
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