The half-witted, half-baked, half-mad ramblings of a widowed, forty-something, earth-loving, commuter-cycling, theatre-going, runner-girl Christ follower. Abandon seriousness, all ye who enter here.
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14 November 2015
NaNoWriMo 2015: Day 14
First sentence: “Waiting for a bus that I’m not going to take is my favourite thing,” Dom said.
Last sentence: “I won’t try to speed up or anyting, we’ll just hold this pace all the way to the end if we can.”
Why in the world would he wait for something he doesn't need? Gotta' read this book!
ReplyDeleteHe was waiting with Kathleen after she turned how his offer of a lift home.
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