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From: | Ronny Terrell |
Subject: | [Info-gnuts] Fwd: PASSWORD |
Date: | Sun, 7 Jan 2007 21:38:04 +0500 |
He had become pathological about it, sometimes spending as long as five minutes lost in a daze, counting back, making sure he hadnt somehow forgotten one.
The first sweep of the axe did no more than knock the wind from him - this was really what he thought until he landed on the carpet smelling his own blood. He had thought she was putting on an editors hat - maybe even trying on a collaborators chapeau, preparing to tell him what to write and how to write it.
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