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And so it was, that on the thirtieth day of the month of november, 2007, at just past the 7th hour, Peter sat back on his chair, and gazed at what he had done.
For there, written out before him, in lines of pixilated text upon the screen, read the wordcount for the month.
50,330
And, upon reading thus, Peter let out a great whoop of excitement, and then fell to his knees and into a coma, from which he did not emrge until christmas. or, at least, tea time, which brought the promise of cake.
And so endeth the cronicles of NaNoWriMo for another year.
The end.
*dies with a huge smile on my face*
For there, written out before him, in lines of pixilated text upon the screen, read the wordcount for the month.
50,330
And, upon reading thus, Peter let out a great whoop of excitement, and then fell to his knees and into a coma, from which he did not emrge until christmas. or, at least, tea time, which brought the promise of cake.
And so endeth the cronicles of NaNoWriMo for another year.
The end.
*dies with a huge smile on my face*