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Well, I thought I had the right ending for the story. Kind of sad, kind of a downer, just a little story about not being able to solve a criminal problem with a crime. Suddenly at the last minute -- I was going to mail the damned thing today -- it's getting this adventure ending and I can't back off from it without being really really stupid. Which also means that I need at least one more scene after the one I thought would be my last and I promised my friend I'd go to Xi Gong class with her in less than an hour which means I have to stop NOW and take a quick bath and change my clothes and get the hell out of here and when I get back it will only be a short time before the last mail pickup but there isn't a firm deadline on this, they just said they expected to have the manuscripts by now.
Ick. Oh well. I think the story's okay though. I'm still unsure that the way it addresses the questions of the theme are apparent to the reader.
But Emma's physical therapist found stiff muscles consistent with the tentative diagnosis of inflamed sciatic nerve and has given her appropriate exercises.
Ick. Oh well. I think the story's okay though. I'm still unsure that the way it addresses the questions of the theme are apparent to the reader.
But Emma's physical therapist found stiff muscles consistent with the tentative diagnosis of inflamed sciatic nerve and has given her appropriate exercises.