I had two stories going simultaneously in a couple really small notebooks, even notes and doodles made during a Fast (there was no eating for over a day) I participated in this weekend. My pants went into the wash with my notebooks in them. Countless hours of thought and planning, gone. They say people laugh sometimes for the sole purpose of needing the release. It's true, I was in F-ing hysterics for a couple minutes afterwards.
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