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 The test story swayed uneasily into the room, balancing on two thick
high-heeled shoes and wobbling like flesh-coloured jelly.  Possibly that
might have been because it had put itself together in such a hurry that the
two shoes heels were completely different, but none of the avid readers
seemed to care.  "Look," one shouted.  "She's barely wearing anything.  No
plot, no events, and her characters are so paper thin you can see
everything!" "Please sir," she said softly.  "I'm just here to test the
system.  If I don't get to post anything in 16 days, well, I'll be thrown
out of my account!  I'll do anything to avoid that sir." She pranced
nervously up and down before them, trying desperately to come up with
something worthwhile.  "You see, I'm terribly, terribly busy at present and
simply don't have the time to complete anything until next month." She
tried wiggling her chest in their general direction.  "Chests can't really
wiggle, you know~" "Oh, yes sir, sorry sir, forgive me," she whimpered. 
"You see, having the account helps me focus on writing...  but I have far
too many important things to deal with to finish within 16 days, so..." "So
you thought you'd fob us off with some cut rate test?" one bawled, stamping
his foot angrily.  The story shivered, and nodded.