I just want to live to see my twentieth birthday, which requires hanging on for less than a week. I am only sixteen written pages and a story revision away. It can happen.
The kid sitting at the table next to me in the library may not be as lucky. If he keeps giving his friend a play-by-play recap of last night's World of Warcraft adventure, I may have to slay his sorry self.
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i have shared your blog with POP POP today -he was impressed :)
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