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("...be yourself as everyone else is already taken..." remarked the goblin repeating wilde's line there, yet somehow the goblin knew too that it was ever this compromise here between the reader and the author, sighing "...in part one has to become selfish lest one becomes selfless, yet not too selfish lest it loses you your readers, simply it was the compromise of the wolves again, keeping them in sight but not to near...", and where in the end authur conan doyle became such a prisoner of sherlock holmes that his readers would read nothing else from him, then finally the goblin just smiled to the words "...they're there to keep you on your toes, but wolves are not the point really, its keeping the chase going that proves your pen to your muse doesn't it, so only the chase matters really, not the kill...")
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("...ah, but I do wonder how one is ever going to get one's grammar right towards those readers who are moving targets in what they choose to read, and whose level of grammatical understanding is probably less than yours to begin with..." ventured the goblin not sure really, but then adding "...learn grammar yes, but don't lose sight of your readers in the process, where they'll forgive your errors for your individuality there but who will no doubt shy away from anyone who goes marching their writings along the page in some time honoured grammatical goosestep...", and then the goblin smiled, saying "...grammar is like the time in its way, one tells the time when asked, and knows the time for oneself too, but one doesn't keep telling people the time, nor follows that time by the second neither...", yet maybe the goblin wasn't being helpful here so he fell silent hoping that he hadn't offended anyone in his honesty, while the slot for its part was simply hungry and wondered if the goblin had finished the post yet, saying "...goblin, you had to learn to unlearn, leave be and let go lest those years will catch up with you once more, you're younger now...")
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New home, new place, new people....
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the weather here on the ice is terrible, a storm is raging and I don't want to go to bed cause I am afraid the wind will blow something away or at my house or something. I hate this kind of weather. I may have to keep my son at home tomorrow because of the storm, I just want snow, frost and no wind, is that to much to ask for
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Where did all this paper come from?
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I love garlic and onions, and, apparently, sleeping alone.
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me too.
My 14 year old almost deaf dog always leaves the room when I sneeze, I must be a very loud sneezer.
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I need more books... MORE ))))
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No matter how I refine my spoon technique, I always dribble soup down my chin.
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I'm ready for baseball season
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If you want to be a regular guy, a bowl of popcorn is just the thing.
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The squeeze-play is on. Here's the throw. Here's the play at the plate. It's gonna be close...I think he's gonna make it...
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Stop right there! I gotta know right now.....
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I bought tea and it's not good, but it was expensive so I am drinking it
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Poor tea, Helga, is one of the great disappointments the world has to offer. I say this as an (prepare for the understatement of the year) avid tea drinker. I've learned a few tips and tricks over the years. Only the loose leaf, never the bags; while the expensive stuff may not always be great, as you've tragically learned, it is more often than not the better stuff, because quality costs money; and when you find a brand you like, stick with it.
