So, my mom came up to visit two weekends back. She brought a few boxes containing old things of mine, none of which was what I asked for, but that's another story. I looked through the boxes and came across a short story that I wrote when I was in 11th grade. I remember being proud of it when I wrote it, but I don't remember too much else about it. I haven't read back over it yet, so I'm not sure if it's total garbage, but I'm going to sit down with it, type it into the computer, and email it to Malach.
In other news, that story I mentioned in my previous post has been sent to Malach. I'll let you know when he's published it.
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Sweet. I love reading OLD things I wrote!
I hope that this one doesn't suck. I wouldn't hold your breath.
Just dropping by to wish you and your family a happy holiday.
Merry Christmas, Meleah!
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