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I spent the afternoon rhyming things. It was very distracting, and I got little done. It reminded me of when I was younger and my sisters and I would all sit on Cecily's bed and tell stories that had to include a song. This was when we were not allowed outside for various reasons. Sometimes it was because one of us would have broken something (it was usually me. I do not do that now.) or because it was cold. Once Kalare threw an orange at the wall, and we had to stay inside for a week. It was a bit stupid, because she was the one who threw the fruit.
Anyway, my point was I got nothing done this afternoon. I still am not getting anything done, since I am writing in here. This is rather pointless, besides my previous point, but I do not feel like doing much today. I think talking in rhymes was a more interesting way to spend my time, as opposed to working on school things. I am not very good at rhyming, though. I usually lost and had to start over. I kept answering the questions normally. It is hard to answer "What colour is your chair?" with something that rhymes. ("The same as your hair?" That works. I didn't think of that then.)
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Anyway, my point was I got nothing done this afternoon. I still am not getting anything done, since I am writing in here. This is rather pointless, besides my previous point, but I do not feel like doing much today. I think talking in rhymes was a more interesting way to spend my time, as opposed to working on school things. I am not very good at rhyming, though. I usually lost and had to start over. I kept answering the questions normally. It is hard to answer "What colour is your chair?" with something that rhymes. ("The same as your hair?" That works. I didn't think of that then.)
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