One-shots and Short Fiction:
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Ballast: “Saint Bonapisa’s good luck for trainers,” Cass told me once. Maybe she should’ve kept some of that luck for herself. The drifblim is still following me, but if Lake Valor was what Cass wanted, then I’ll find a way to get her there.
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The Chatot and the Honey Tree: The cliffs over Sinnoh Route 213 have been overrun with a pernicious breed of pest: shiny hunters. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and that means Sonny has a lot of painting to do.
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Basic Mineral Compontents: He waits a full sun cycle, but his human does not move.
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Training Data:
I'm sorry to put this on you, he typed,
but I need your help. (This is so sad—Porygon, play Despacito.)
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Work Ethics: They say that if you do what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life. Well, that’s absolute stunky spray.
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Postcards: You mean to write more than you actually do, but you do think of home often.
Chaptered Fics:
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Continental Divides: Aqua vs. Magma. A political upheaval. A love story, eventually. A dumpster fire, constantly.
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Spring: "I won't be a real trainer until I do this." A bittersweet, leisurely-paced coming of age story.
(Never not editing.)
