one, two, three

salinger puts my mind to work not on what he writes about but how he writes about it. a day or two ago my dear comrade introduces me to her lovely family as "a writer". now i spend hours trying to understand how you make stories.

this was something i must have written absentmindedly, on the 20th of may 2009 (computer claims well into the afternoon). i found it ravaging through my old victories. it isn't too bad. but it isn't too good. i'm gonna put it up there hoping someone would finish it for me.

i am so tired of having to figure out how stories end.

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