Friday January 9, 2015 12:32 am
She sat in the far-left corner of the classroom. He sat on the other end. She lives with her older brother. He grew up in the nicer side of town. She tried in school, but not that hard.He was one those people who never needed to study for a perfect test score. She only cries during sad movies. He was on the newspaper staff and homecoming court. She's a spy for the CIA. This is the story of how they fell in love.
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Alright blog friends, I hope you enjoyed that really weird and kind of terrible opening to my nonexistent novel about the story of a teenage spy and her high school sweetheart. Tacky as glue, I know. I read somewhere that you should get used to writing terrible shit on a daily basis because eventually, something good will come out of the shit pile. Also, I've been going through a bit of a spy phase, but we'll save that for a different post. Until then, blog friends.
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