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It was no use. I unlatched the back door and held it while he crept down the steps. It must have been two o’clock. The moon was setting and the lattice-work shadows were fading into fuzzy nothingness. Jem’s white shirt-tail dipped and bobbed like a small ghost dancing away to escape the coming morning. A faint breeze stirred and cooled the sweat ( Read more... )

Have I always used the delete button this much when writing? I guess I have, I've just been so sporadic in writing that I forget my own process.

( from december, chapter nine )