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Wednesday, June 02, 2010


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Fuck Yes! *pumps fist and reaches for her own keys*

You make me want to drop everything and go fishing (I'm not nearly as daring as your protagonist).

Whoever bet on you as a writer of fiction is getting excellent ROI.

Oh man, so great.

What a great piece of writing. You described the constrictions of life lived small to a T.

Even in the midst of all that gorgeously-wrought constriction, I felt my heart pumping wild with something like anticipation — waiting for that heartbeat twitch of glorious discovery, where freedom becomes something more than a vaguely-defined dream.

I hope he makes it.

Dude. Goddamn.
And to answer TwoBusy, he made it when he slid his ass into the seat.
This was a spectacular piece of writing.
Thank you for being a part of this.

My "S for Security" character and William need to hook up. How about tonight at the Rte. 22 Chili's?

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