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I found 45 minutes yesterday and used them actively to turn out 3 more pages. Amoung many things I wrote:

He bends down and touches the leg. When he does he discovers that he’s standing on the other foot and making it bend in a direction mother nature never intended it to bend. The person attached to the leg is very much dead.

I might be a little cheesy out of context, but I really like it.

As you’re reading this I’m out celebrating the upcoming wedding of a very good friend of mine, so no writing today, and today’s presumed high intake of alcohol might very well make that two days without writing.