Start. Stop. Cup of tea. Mmm idea... Nope its gone.
Text message. Six feet under :-) no can't do that. Bad Rachel.
Tea. Focus. Type. Delete. Type. Delete again.
Grrrrr. Bollocks. So many ideas...
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Writing is hard, I wish that writing stories was as easy as writing a poem. Must carry on though. Surely it will pour out my head soon?
Damn it!
What does El Diablo mean? It's like Spanish for like a fighting chicken. (Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby)
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