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sked for a coffee with milk and rolinho spring。 Then got a new block black and
a black ballpoint pen。 The all week he was trying to write something decent way to keep the
proposal for the university; but everything I wrote was a plete waste。 He never had
trouble writing
before … in general; the words simply fluíam him。 Obviously he was distracted by the
evidence; but that was not a justification。 He was blocking writer。
Dan bebeu um gole; pingando gotas de café leite em toda a primeira página em branco do
bloco。 In a way; have linked the blocking of the major writer。 Tolstoy had。 Hemingway had。
He was not sure whether your favorite French existentialist had; but concluded that everyone
should probably go through it one time or another。 That does not make things less painful;
however。 Indeed; it was excruciating。
Poor thing; that tormented soul。
Dan knew; only to look at the old black block; the last time that he had written anything of
value was before Thanksgiving; before he and Vanessa kiss is the first time and realize they
were in love。
He turned rolinho the spring in a thick sauce of plum and has a bite。 Besides the death;
love was his favorite subject; but now I was loving the words he used to write about it
seemed superficial and rough。 If he could at least find a new angle to approach the topic of
love。 Plunged in the spring rolinho sauce and took another bite。 The hot fat rolinho of
trickled down through the wrist。 Esbarrou a waitress at the hip with his elbow and he
dropped what was left of the cup rolinho; coffee with milk spreading everywhere。
Most people are annoying; but for Dan was a
moment of illuminat