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Yeah, Well, Asparagus Is Good For Me, But It Still Makes Me Want To Throw Up.

"i Feel Like, Like Pudding," Iggy Groaned. "pudding With Nerve Endings. Pudding In Great Pain."

If It's Commercial Fiction That You Want To Write, It's Story, Story, Story. You've Got To Get A Story Where If You Tell It To Somebody In A Paragraph, They'll Go, "tell Me More." And Then When You Start To Write It, They Continue To Want To Read More. And If You Don't, It Won't Work.

I Don't Smile As Much As I Should, Even Though I Smile Inside A Lot.

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