My writing assignment, such as it is

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Doc is handing out writing assignments! Can you imagine? Perhaps later I will have the time to figure out what I am emotionally allergic to, but for now I found this little goodie while nosing around, and I think that this is about the length of assignment I can handle...

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  1. GETkristiLOVE10:44 AM

    This is right up your alley, I know you cand do it.

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  2. Anonymous8:06 PM

    or, "the preacher's daughter said, 'damn, I'm pregnant. Who was it?"

    that adds profanity potential family conflict to the mix as well...

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  3. Doc11:14 PM

    I wasn't me who started the writing exercises. I was Big Orange's buddy Mrs. Wishy-Washy. I'm just playing along like you.

    Doc

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