screaming victims begging me not to write this novel
my literary debut
first, an outrageously late happy birthday to jereeza. (i'm afraid i don't know how to create a link to other people's blogs.) thy gift is a year's supply of eau de Morgoule.
and now,the first chapter of my novel, which i will, coincidentally finish in a month:
chapter 1:
blogenka writhed in a disgustingly passionate embrace with blogovich, when her husband blogsky rushed in indignantly.
"not ANOTHER adulterous affair!" he kvetched. "this is getting banal!"
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