. . . to say hello to our dead. So my mom points at a tombstone and goes, "He was my really good friend. He used to tell me that I had horse legs."
And that's how they do really good friendship in my mother's homeland.
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So, you come from centaur stock? Way cool.
man. is there a novel already written about your mom's hometown? because by golly there should be. don't you basically have a draft written already, with these posts?
I agree with Lisa--you have a ton of novel notes in this blog alone.
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