Curios and furious she wrote through the night, a dead line a dead line she had to fight, hemming and hawing how to get through, how to write the perfect article too, quickly round the front room she swayed and stalked, giving herself an awful stern talk, now set down to it and get it all done, you want to sleep before the dawn of the sun. She wrote and typed till her fingers were sore, she researched and wrote as she snored. Then at the crack of dawn on the very next day, she finished her work hip hip hooray. She yawned and she stretched on her way to bed, to sleep a few hours fore she did it again. The end
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 09:35:40 +0000
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