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[____ohgolly]

"clay was working one of those hot, sticky july afternoons again. the kind of afternoon that drags out a whole year, and then repeats itself over and over, until the leaves fling themselves off the trees in protest. munroe had him sweeping out back of the store. clay lifted his feet, hearing the "schtick" as they carefully extracted themselves from

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[hannannah]

It's good. I like it... It's the sex.x

[____ohgolly]

cheers.

[hannannah]

If you write a whole book and publish it really quickly I could do it for my lit coursework!x

[____ohgolly]

it'll only be a short story. and i don't think you could study something so unliterary. but it'd be fantastic if you did, i'd love for someone to come up with themes and narrative techniques and stuff. as if i mean to do all that stuff. haha!

[hannannah]

When you finish it, if you mail it to me I will happily analyse it for you.

I am actually that obsessed with English.

xxx

[____ohgolly]

sure thing. i have it finished in my head, just needs flesh on it's bones.

[hannannah]

Sounds good, I'm excited.

Do you have MSN?

x

[____ohgolly]

effectively, no. my computer says no to msn, frequently. it doesn't work very often. :(

[hannannah]

How rubbish.x