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Chapter 10

“You know what I’m tired of?”

“I’ve a feeling you’re going to tell me.”

“I’m sick and tired of hearing about how people got a free copy of a book from the author?  Why the heck are they getting free stuff?  What is the world coming to?”

“It is a terrible thing.”

“I know it’s not a terrible thing, but why the heck didn’t I get born under the tree of free stuff?”

“Well, we all get free stuff sometimes.  The mail carrier keeps bringing you those free catalogues.”

“Everyone gets those.”

“That’s exactly my point.”

“Right.”

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

She felt like, if she could just get the chance to get it all together, it would all be all right.  And probably it would.  Right?  It was already, really.  We are all just muffins on a tray, stars in the sky, drips on a leaf, leaves on a tree.  We are as coincidental and inconsequential as anything and everything else in the universe.  And yes, everything is not only inconsequential, but vitally important too, but it is all ultimately of no matter.  If you change one thing, everything else changes, but then it all changes back again, because the string of dominoes ends up back where it started.  So everything changes, but nothing changes.

It was really too early to be discussing things of this complexion.  She really needed a pick-me-up, but there was nothing in the house, and her teeth didn’t feel right.  What ever that means, of course.   What ever.  It didn’t matter.  She went into the kitchen and made herself a coffee.  She hated coffee, and it was probably the reason her teeth felt the way they did, but still, it was an anchor and a crutch for all her idols on the television shows, and she had an inherent right to copy them whenever it felt appropriate.

She felt exhausted by the stream of her own thoughts, so she put the tv on, hoping it would drown out the sound of them.  10890996_694987200618934_1871490524_n

Ha ha ha

I forgot!  😀

My advent calendar posting schedule runs of at the 8th of December! 😀

I got distracted 🙂

So, I’ll try to do better:

Number 9:

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Ten:

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Eleven:dolls2b2

Twelve:

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Thirteen:

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Fourteen:

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Fifteen:

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Sixteen:

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Seventeen:

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Eighteen:

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Nineteen:

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Twenty:

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Twenty one:

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Twenty two:

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Twenty three:

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Twenty four!

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Twenty five!

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Merry belated Christmas everyone!  Yay! 😀

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Excerpts from The Plasticine Cactus

I have decided to start brainstorming names for my novel, the first one I’ve got is The Plasticine Cactus.   How do you like it?  I don’t care, I like it.  Here’s an excerpt:

“You’re right.  It is fate.  I didn’t used to believe in fate, but lately I really do.  I don’t know why people have such a problem with fate, actually.  It doesn’t mean you don’t get to make choices, it just means that someone else already knows what those choices will be.  And it also means that it doesn’t matter which road you take, because you will always end up the way you are destined to end up.  It takes the pressure off, actually.”

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