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it's a great life, if you don't weaken
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Bookkeeping

Wordcount:1,202
Reason for stopping: end of scene, and my damned hands still hurt.

Perhaps writing some 20,000 words in a seven-day period was a touch unwise. I need to be better about sticking to my word limit. But dammit, I want this book out of my head!

Still, I know what the next few scenes are, and the politics and one of the more buried subplot/mcguffins are starting to come together/make sense.

Trust the book. The book knows where it's going.

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For all that beauty that doth cover thee,
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:
How can I then be elder than thou art?

--William Shakespeare, from Sonnet 22
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