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Down and out, it can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without. And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day, I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice the old man died.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Almost Sunday

Chapter sixteen is in the bag. It came in at 1385 words. There was plenty of time staring at the screen forcing the words out.

It's not good. I should probably run through it again before moving on, but I don't know if that will happen.

And right now, as you can tell, I'm drained of words. It's time for bed. Tomorrow is lunch with the niece who graduated HS this year. She's going to college way far away, so we won't see her too often after that.

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