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Got a short story/novella/full-fledged novel started. So many slashes, so little clue.

Anyway, whatever it turns out to be, it's a cool idea, full of misfits, pathos and flying monkeys. Everyone will read, and everyone will be amazed at the sheer audacity of me actually putting words down for others to read (kinda like 21st century cave etchings, if you will).

So let it be written, so let it be done. - Yul Brynner as Pharoah in The Ten Commandments

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