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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26 November 2015
NaNoWriMo 2015: Day 25
Obviously the first sentence/last sentence thing is done for this NaNoWriMo, unless something crazy happens. So instead you're getting a sentence that I like. Which for today, is:
I saw this at the Museum of Modern
Art. It has nothing to do with this
post.
“So you’re a good guy with a decent conscience,” Sybil said. “The horror.”
She was trying to cheer him up with sarcasm. It worked better for her than it usually does for me. (And it's true. Michaela & I were standing in the same line when they handed out senses of humour.)
Heh! A good guy is a horror. No wonder Michaela loves you so much.
ReplyDeleteShe was trying to cheer him up with sarcasm. It worked better for her than it usually does for me. (And it's true. Michaela & I were standing in the same line when they handed out senses of humour.)
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