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And old, long misplaced friend of mine and I have written several furtive e-mails over the past two years. She sends a half-sentence here, I send a half sentence there. I last sent her a photograph from my wedding to which she was invited but did not attend. Recently, I was the recipient of a batch e-mail containing her new address which was suspiciously close (being, I mean, the house next door) to the address I lived at over a decade ago. This wasn't a particularly strange matter, but the photograph she sent was clearly an attempt to satisfy me for approval.

It was a photograph of an old, long misplaced celebrity or ours who seems to have grown quite stocky in the past year. I quipped something that was very funny. She replied an even less enthusiastic agreement to my lack of ability to care. Still, I call her a friend because I don't know that I can call her an enemy, even if I should by now.
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I'm in the process of looking for some literary and grammar assisting software since I'm not, in actuality, a very good writer. My ideas are scattered and my mind is quite known for going off into too many tangents for even the most concentration endowed mind.

This is my first post after all. I ought to be publishing stories to the Story Blog, but I'm still a bit apprehensive. I feel that I need to do that after I've found a foolproof program that will keep me from looking like an idiot, if such a thing exists.