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November 28, 2006

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Steakbellie

Wow
That sucks so bad. I hate puking.

I like that you only have two left. Two is a very manageble number that splits completely in half to be one. One is even better because it just disappears to be none.

Ann

I keep thinking about your post about the fireplace...and it reminds me of Anne Lamott's book about writing, called _Bird by Bird_.

Bird by bird, brick by brick, hork by hork...

you're almost there.

Wendy

Two more. Look how far you've come already. Two more. You're almost there.

Donna

Every fiber of strength you are leaves me in awe over and over again.

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