Bloody Pickle Sorters

“Ari, that’s the best reason not to go: It’s an Imperial parade. It would be far too easy to get yourself into serious trouble,” Trom said, nodding firmly as zhe sorted pickles.

Would you believe my Nano novel has a person sorting pickles in it?
For the moment it does.
Zhe was doing something, but from where I stood, I couldn’t tell what, so I shoved some pickle sorting in as a place holder.
The I died laughing later when I read back over the chapter.
Who knew pickle sorting was so dangerous???
I guess I’ll have to write the other 24K words from the grave. Peesacake… with pickles on top.

Sidenote: Why do my fingers consistently wish to type pickels instead of pickles?

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