Wednesday, April 27, 2011

and remember the cheese-grater? is that even hyphenated?

Word count: 19314
Project: D&B


She worried about him sometimes. He’d never had the sunniest disposition. Her falling off the face of the earth with another man couldn’t have helped, although she supposed that he distracted himself with whatever undead shenanigans were going on at the high school nowadays. It was always something.



Every now and then, I truly wonder just what the hell I am writing.

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