Monday, March 16, 2009
55 word deal.
One April morning, Alex woke up and decided to write a book about a boy named Alex who writes a book. The moment his pencil thrashed upon the paper, his imagination began to roar, and a masterpiece was in progress. He wrote until he couldn’t write anymore, and he never ended up finishing his book.
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i ism pretty swell. the word thrashed makes me think the pencil is epileptic or something.
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