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Friday, April 10, 2009

Why can't I write stories ?
Posted by rhea at 4:10 AM

3 comments:

Shalmi said...

Why would you want to? What you do now is so much more original.

April 10, 2009 at 4:49 AM
rhea said...

but it's no use.

April 10, 2009 at 4:56 AM
Shalmi said...

As if stories are so very useful.

April 11, 2009 at 1:38 AM

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