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, August 7, 2010
Where two or three are networked
At 3350 words, Grace is a rough draft. There's lots of work that needs to be done on it, but that's for tomorrow (or next week). But, hey, short short rough draft completed. That hasn't happened for a while.
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