Quill learned to write at the age of two, when she first scratched her name into the paint of her mother’s car with a stick pin; and her words have been getting her into trouble ever since. Her checkered past includes a career as a weather forecaster, a brief life of crime during which she stole the welcome mat of a teacher she had a crush on in high school, and getting dumped by hearing secondhand that her prom date didn’t really like her while hiding with her prom dress half-off in that very date’s bedroom closet. Today she lives with two gay men and a small brown dog, all of whom she dearly loves, in a city she most assuredly does not. But there she remains until she can convince her loved ones to move with her to the Pacific Northwest or possibly to the UK, which is filled with gorgeous men (like David Tennant) and delicious chips.

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