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I sit quietly staring at the clock watching time pass with a blank piece of paper and a pencil in front of me. The second hand on the clock moves slower then my parents old Atari. Less then twenty three hours to finish this essay. The paper blinds me with its empty whiteness. It is most assuredly whiter then that kid down the street who is allergic to the sun. The pencil is no better then the paper, sitting there mocking my inability to put it to good use. I must have writer’s block.
2006-10-29
10:01:47
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Kate
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