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Fred. Fred Freddy Fried Fred . “God I hate my name. So damn boring,” he mumbled as he rambled underneath the wet empty buildings under gray sky. The rain fell into his coppery red hair and mixed with week old sweat running down and stinging Fred’s eyes

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*nods* neatly done.

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gracias. and ya i knawhayamean fo' real fo' sho'

i still dont know where this is going though.

i cant tell if fred is a bad guy or not, though i do know he is crazy as alaskan summer days are long.

oh and two cool things

http://www.buzzbugle.net/forums/viewtopic.php?t=135

wrote that and this one

http://www.omaha.com/index.php?u_np=0&u_pg=610&u_sid=1241515

it is the article titled "Criticism matters little" about a third of the way down.

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GJ

A year older, a year wiser, eh?

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GJ?

and for once that might be tru. though the last few years it was more like two years wiser.

working on the story again! yay me!

sup witcha, amiga?