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I don't think I have ever been so proud of my writing. If I have to be completely honest, though, it is far from my best work, but darn the sheer size of it should count for something. Of course, the 50,021 words I spent 28 days writing, my sister read in 1. And yes, I allowed her access: I don't think I could have written anything at all with her looking over my shoulder.
Now that this project is finished, though, my life feels vaguely empty. Well, thank you, final exams, for bringing new purpose into my life. And thank you, sore throat, for making sure I don't get too bored being healthy. I just adore you guys.