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I Used My History Degree About Twice A Year Whether I Needed To Or Not.

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The Cool Thing About Writing Is That There Is Really Never A Typical Day. Sometimes I Get A Rhythm Going And Head Off To Work Every Morning And Come Home At Night. Sometimes I'll Write For Two Days Straight And Then Be Utterly Blank For The Next Two.

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Americans In Particular Are Oddly Innocent In Their Faith That Science Holds Explanations For Everything.