You were crisp, clean, dry-witted, and read; all juxtaposed by cigarettes.
I was learning to write. And love.
One product of an opening sentence assignment stuck:
My brother hasn't died yet, but the process has begun.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
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Very nice Megin. I do believe he would enjoy this writing exercise...and your writing.
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