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Writing Is Like A Sport. If You Don't Practice, You Don't Get Any Better.

It's Useless To Lecture A Human.

In Case You're Wondering, The Underside Of A Sheep Doesn't Smell That Great. Imagine A Winter Sweater That's Been Dragged Through The Mud And Left In The Laundry Hamper For A Week. Something Like That.

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