Never Take Me To An Art Gallery
So the last time I went to an art gallery there was this one huge painting and it wasn't too exciting.
Just like a salmon coloured grid of squares.
So jokingly I held out my arm in the most dramatic way possible, planning to almost slap the painting and pull away at the last second
BUT THEN
just as I was doing it a friggin security guard walked into the room and we locked eyes as I slowly put down my arm
And rushed out the room without exchanging a word
So uhh, yeah, I feel like this relates to my point that an author's default protagonist is essentially a self insert plus and minus a few traits (usually mine end up as me but an even bigger idiot and extroverted)
Both Stellaluna and Fern would do this wouldn't they
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