Beer and corn nuts perfume my outfit.
“Another round, Babe,” they call. My matte lipstick smiles. That’s not my name.
A skeever grabs my ass; I nod to Henry. The bounce height is proportionate.
At home, I scrub my face and tuck into Differential Equations.
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
Leave your fear of the dark at the door, suspend your disbelief and come on in...
Writer and procrastinator
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Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
Bewitching Journey of Words to Meaning
This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV
Pen to paper
Yes! Nicely done!
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Thanks bunches 🙂
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Ha, didn’t expect to encounter Differential Equations again, especially in this manner! 😀
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Heh heh. When I asked the character what she wanted to read, I was like…uh…how do you spell that?
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Yas! I’m loving your heroine!
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Read this again. “The bounce height is proportionate” ha! Brilliant!
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hah. I thought it was pretty punny 🙂
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I do love me a good pun! This was such an elegant one 🙂
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