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A WOMAN IN THAT CITY

I dont know what I have become yet.

I stopped blogging in 2011.My blog, was ranked no3 nationwide and was picked up by a publishing company. I now  Work as a  professional writer, and had no  time or drive to engage in a personal blog anymore. I also am not as naive as i was about the world when I started. But now,  I see that despite the surplus of bloggers, writers, twitters and the likes, people do not tell stories anymore. So here I a am, about to tell a few. Brace yourselves, it's going to be a bumpy road.

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Two kinds of people

" They said he had too much potassium in his organism. You gave him clay water to drink, did you not?" Her expression changed, There she was

Eyes

She leaned over. "What are you doing? The boy is obviously dying to kiss you, and you bring me along to be a third wheel?

His name on her lips

She sighed and brushed him away. "Go away you son of a bitch", she laughed at his persistance to stick around. She did not know it, but

I have no internet....

and we all know what this means. I have no life support, no blood in my veins, no air in my lungs. I can't talk to friends, read the...

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