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across the eighth dimension

We must remember that the mountains are a tonic for writer's block; I wrote 800 words and encountered a deer, and what else could one wish?

Well, one could wish for a better book. My dissatisfaction with it is coming out subconsciously. Last night I dreamt that the only way to save it was by adding a time-travel prostitution plot.

 

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