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Thursday, March 29, 2012

when he brings breakfast to bed...

Posted by Lisa Lee at 8:34 AM

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Lisa Lee: My pen, it scribbles: this is hell! Have I been damned to have to scribble? I dip it boldly in the well and write broad streams of inky drivel. See how it flows, so full, so pure! See how each thing I try succeeds! The text's not lucid, to be sure- So what? I write and no one reads.

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