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Why are the jobs that fit all the requirements I'm looking for always outside a reasonable commuting distance?

*sigh*

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“Great. Other girls wake up in the middle of friggin’ Fairyland, find out they’re some long-lost fairy princess, get swept off their feet by some tall, dark and tasty fairy prince, and live happily ever after. I wake up in the middle of an abandoned factory, find out I’m some weird hybrid critter that shouldn’t even exist because you forgot where the hell you put a kid, and get to be dragged around by a smart-ass twelve year old, because you people think I can pull off what you, with all your phenomenal cosmic power, can’t manage. Anything else you wanna add to this farce?”

“The Djinn King is your grandfather.”

“Seriously? You can’t write shit this bad.”


I have the sinking feeling there's more to this story...