Chapter One
The fretwork hands stood at five past four. Gataur Minshank tapped his stylus on the desk.
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Whew! Time for a coffee break. You can't rush creativity.
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Whew! Time for a coffee break. You can't rush creativity.
posted by Project WANNABE at 9:51 AM
3 Comments:
gogor minisink taped teh stilas on his desk as a flock of asholes on segues stampeded by. they hooted an yiped as one by one they ramed into the wall. soon teh ofice was filed with shrill grones of agany an snarls an starttald shrieks as those on the botom of the pile-up tried to gnaw there way out.
Ahhhh! Much better!
I especially liked your strange spelling of Segway.
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