Dylan stared at the computer and the keyboard. For him, you see, PC Fast type didn't work too well. Either that, or he...-no, that was it. Anyway, back to our story. He didn't know what to write about. What he was thinking at the time. What he wished to do and why. All he could think about was nothing, and nothing wasn't anything. But isn't
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