How to produce a mediocre college essay and other things you may find interesting
• February 19, 2009 • Leave a CommentPosted in Uncategorized
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The context was I don’t remember. That was the context.
• February 16, 2009 • Leave a CommentPosted in Uncategorized
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Garcia Loca 
“I met a fellow writer – which is to say, a fellow prisoner.”
• February 18, 2009 • Leave a CommentPosted in Uncategorized
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