Two kids sitting in the back of a red pickup truck in the penetrating chill of a late autumn midnight, talking to each other about nothing and everything under a faintly buzzing halogen bulb in the parking lot behind Krispy Kreme. She’s wearing a pair of classy black heels and his large black overcoat, a strand of pearls around her neck and 1940’s
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on another note, write a novel. seriously. OH!!! I went through this whole phase (that looks incorrect (the spelling. anywhoo: ) where i wanted to write a novel. I'm still sort of in it. I get Writer magazine too, if you want them. I sure don't. But anyway, theres a company called 1st books and it sounds like a good deal so....
www.1stbooks.com
take a peek
hope you had fun in... alabama, was it? ill feel stupid if im wrong so just play along....
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