So, here I sit. At my desk, surrounded by a sea of scribbled out notecards, pushing them around like letters on a scrabble board trying to figure out what kind of story they tell. I think that writing history papers is like giving birth: the process can be long, difficult, and uncomfortable, but in the end you hold your creation up to the light
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p.s. Simba is the man
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Oh well. At least you have humbled me. I am no longer worthy of bitching about my fifteen-pager, even if it keeps me up all night.
*bows to Victor*
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