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Mother,
You may turn off the oven, as I am too lazy to. However, I am not too lazy to write this. How odd it is how the human mind works. In fact, as a family unit, I have -
Tonight, the bus was quite busy. Most of the seats were filled up, and I prayed to God that John Smith wasn't going to sit behind me. He was a nice enough old man, but I didn't
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Life is the same, again and again. I get up, go to work, get in, go to bed. I go shopping every Saturday; go to the beach every Sunday.
This morning, I went to the beach an -
I sat in a tree, my brother on the floor. He sang me to sleep by our burning fire.
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Blurb
Cecil Forester – egotist, failed writer, madman. The memoirs of an ordinary citizen deluded by dreams. Planning to stage his own death, middle-aged Cecil takes us thro
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