It was not a dark and stormy night. Actually, it was not night at all, and it was not stormy. It was the beginning of a blog about novel beginnings . . .
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He never liked the term sophomore. In his second year of college, he wanted to be known as a hardomore. He did this by . . .
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Call me Ishmael, but I will not answer because that is not my name. My name is Kumquat, and I know nothing about whales. I do know how to take a . . .
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It was the best of times. It was the times of wurst. Sausages were more popular than ever . . .
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Gary Johnston sat down at his computer, as was his custom. He started writing a blog, as was his custom. Suddenly, it all ended.
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