Trudging along

I reached the word count that I needed to keep pace, but not that I wanted to get me over pace.  Ah well.  Considering I did all the writing this evening, it’s not too shabby. Here’s a passage!

It sounded like such a poor me, emo sort of thing, like there should be a million very, very tiny violins all wailing in a pity serenade, but it was the truth.

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