Monday 23 February 2009

Read Just

The work is drying up.

23 out of 278 is decent, but not prize-winning.

Don't make me relive my so-called illness, it's difficult enough to stay in character, let's just leave the past behind us.

Will I feel it when you pass? Will I know? I'm pretty sure the last time someone that close to me went on I knew it before the call came in. Was that because we were closer, or will it happen this time too?

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