With a sigh she looked up at the ceiling. He didn't get it and she had no idea how to make him understand. "I'm sure there are still erros." She knew her writing lacked something to be desired. "All I can ever hope for is.... average." She wanted to be good at something.
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Date: 2009-08-15 03:19 am (UTC)