|Vanessa Pablovovitch Shachtman|
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Vanessa Pablovovitch Shachtman wrote:
Harold turned, the lamp behind him highlighting his chiselled cheekbones and mirroring the smouldering embers in the depths of his smoky grey eyes.
"Janet", he said, in his deep, resonant, husky voice. "Janet - I WANT you"
"N'gthagn iirm n'an'an'okul'luu pthalogn!"
"Janet!" Howard's face showed clearly the rage and misery warring within him. "Janet - don't you care? Can't you see I'm dying inside because you won't have me?!"
The shoggoth squelched towards the door and slowly squeezed itself through the keyhole and out into the night, never once looking back at Howard with its myriad of eye-like appendages. Howard watched her go, lips tight, a single tear glistening on his manly cheek, then went off to pen a letter to the editor of Weird Tales blaming the whole thing on the Jews.
I must admit, I am intrigued by this love triangle of Harold, Howard, and Janet.
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