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Thursday, August 25, 2005

Today was the first day I went to my Creative Writing class. The instructor seemed laid-back and cool for the most part, but something kept throwing me off. He said 'lover' in various contexts at least five times or so in about 105 minutes. Now I don't know about you, but I don't say lover very often at all, let alone once every twenty minutes. Although, come to think of it, maybe the only reason I even noticed was because a lover is something I don't have. Ok, scratch all that. He's probably not the strange one after all.

posted at 7:04 PM by Randy


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