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Subject: AI Story, opinions?

Date: Mon 10/03/25 20:24:03 GMT

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"Ah crap!" She exclaimed as the fountain pen disappeared beneath the surface of the fountain waters. "Fountain pen in the fountain, ironic." Jane crouched by at the steps leading into the murky water, trying to make out the golden sheen of the pen cap on the barely visible concrete bottom. It was there. About three feet away from the lowest step of the decorative stairs...and at least four feet underwater. She stood up, keeping her eyes on the pen. Then she looked at her Gucci loafers, that she only got a month ago, then her natural leather pants from the unforgettable trip to Italy. "Dress to impress" She thought to herself sheepishly looking around for any onlookers, fixing up her custom-tailored light gray cashmere jacket. There was not much foot traffic in the park, safe for a couple sitting at a bench a few yards away. But the couple were more interested in each other and seemed to pay her no attention. Her eyes went back to the fountain pen beneath the shimmer of the water. Then to her shoes. Then she followed her eyes along the five steps of the decorative stairs leading to the water. She imagined the feeling of slimy wet concrete on her bare feet and shuddered. "Oh well, if there is any other way, I don't see it." With a deep sigh, she flooded her exquisite loafer by stepping on the first stair. Hesitating a little, she put her other foot in the water, and went all the way to the bottom step, sarcastically chuckling as the leather of her pants coldly pressed against her legs. She was now waist deep in the fountain, with the bottom of her jacket ever so slightly skimming along the surface of the water. "Ok, come on, come on, come here!" Jane mumbled as she cozily tried to pick the pen up with her feet. The pen would not cooperate. "God dammit!" she exclaimed, losing patience. She stood still, looking at the pen between her loafers, with the black leather legs of her pants floating above. And then she extended her left arm, holding her purse up high, and crouched neck deep in the water. Grabbing the pen with her left hand, she tried to quickly stand up, but the soles of her used-car-priced shoes slipped on the concrete, and she fell face first into rather disgusting water. Clumsily surfacing, she stood up, water running from her now dark, shiny, and very form fitting jacket. Jane shook her sleeves with disgust and drained the water from her purse. "This day couldn't get any better! Wait, the pen?" She looked down. The pen rolled deeper into the fountain. Having nothing to lose, Jane nonchalantly waded towards it, and just as nonchalantly crouched, flooding her purse again in the process, and very carefully stood up, minding her balance this time. Shaking her head with a forced smile, she drained the purse again, shook the water out of her father's pen, and carefully put it into the purse, sliding it between a soggy pack of tissues and a melting tube of lipstick. She then looked around, and still standing waist deep in the fountain, with the wind feeling chilly on her most likely ruined jacket. The couple was looking. She gave them a thumbs up, and started up the stairs. The way out was a lot harder. Every emerging inch of her waterlogged pants was not only suctioning itself to her skin, it would also pull her back down into the fountain. Finally, Jane made it to the solid ground, shaking the water inside her loafers that she literally felt ungluing themselves with every second. With a spongy sound to her step, she started walking away from the damn fountain, leaving a trail of darkened asphalt behind her. "Are you okay?" She heard a woman voice call. Jane looked back, it was the couple. They were standing nearby, looking at her from head to toe. "Yes, I'm fine!" Jane answered with the smile that won her a few dozen projects. "It's not that cold today, I will dry up pretty fast." "O-okay" The guy of the couple replied and him and his girlfriend headed back to the bench. Jane continued her way, her feet slurping and squelching inside the shoes that kept filling up with the water running down from her pants.

An hour later, she was sitting in a hotel lobby, wearing an almost black, stretched out jacket, dull and wrinkly pants, and the loafers that would make a creaking noise every time she moved her toes. She was not trying to sit still anymore, the soggy clothes became damp, and while they still reminded of themselves with every movement, she stopped finding it annoying. In fact, the feeling was growing on her. "Oh my, I love your hair! Are you Jane?" Jane looked up. It was her new client. The woman from the park.

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