Note: OK, OK. I’m behind. I had a midterm yesterday and I was so tired I took a long nap afterwards and I was exhausted even after that. Anyways, here’s the rest of the chapter…new policy of one-chapter-at-a-time starts now.

For the record, there are no such posters in my own room. All moments of emotional unrealism and wish fulfillment are to be chalked up to the fact that I’m bored of writing only about what I know and officially ignoring the commonly given writing advice. Don’t worry. This is just to prepare my characters for the pain to come. >:) As one other writer said–”murder your darlings…”

Hope you enjoy this introduction!

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Microsoft Word file of Chapter 1 and 2

Whatever. I was tired. The flight had been only two hours but it felt like an eternity, and to be home, for whatever reason–the softness of the pillow was helping me forget that reason.
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Note: this is just 1000 words, because I have a midterm tomorrow, and also because I realized that I’ve already written 1000 words before–so to finish the 50,000 words I just have to write 2,000 words starting tomorrow. Also, I will begin the one-chapter-released-at-a-time policy with the next chapter (chapter 3), since I’ve already released Chapter Two in parts and ought to finish it that way. I need to get back into the rhythm of writing again, and so far, it seems like it’s working, because this installment took me half the time to write that the first one took.

Anyways. Enough administrivia. Enjoy.

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But however spruced up it was still Marge’s Fabrics on the corner of Shore and Tenant and the Dream Cafe next to it. The only new place was, predictably, a Starbucks. It sat between The Ice Shoppe, where Mom used to take Victor and I for sundaes, and the grocery store. When the light changed and we drove past it I saw many more people inside the Starbucks than inside the Ice Shoppe. It was almost deserted.
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This is the first 1,000 words of the brand new novel. Enjoy, everyone.

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And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said, “All men will be sailors, then,
Until the sea shall free them.”
–Leonard Cohen

Chapter One

We didn’t mean it. Of course we didn’t, because we didn’t know what we were doing. And if we didn’t remember, it’s not our fault. People don’t forget things like that unless something made them forget.

We were only playing, that’s all.
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