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I'll write more when I quit working. Painting popcorn ceilings is a difficult thing to do, I used over a gallon of paint on a single ceiling. Absolutely ridiculous. I've decided that instead of actually writing anything I'll just copy something from the book I'll never finish writing.
One day while I was walking, I came to the point where I crossed the street. That was when I waited in the partition (Is that what it's called? Well, the grass bit between the two lanes of the road.) for a car to pass. However, upon the car's arrival, it began incessantly honking, for no discernable reason. This sent a shock through me, and for the rest of the walk I was hung up on the moment. The car wanted me dead, that's what I thought, most cars wanted me dead; I hated cars for the most part. Cars always acted wrly around me, watching, stalking, honking, mocking: actions of cars throughout my life.
What a fantastic decade.
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