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Sunday, October 31st, 2010

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    8:46a
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    "You have a great style," I said in reply "What holds you back from achieving your dream?"
    "My work does not seem to go anywhere," she said quietly"Everyone says that my novels are excellent, but nothing happens So I keep my job with the paperAt least it pays the billsDo you have any suggestions?"
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    She looked down at her notes

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