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LOL

Welcome to 12dotsandablot.
Fact and fiction co exist here.
It's a writer's blog.
A fiction writer's blog.
If you don't know which is the fact and what's the fiction?
Do not ASSume.
Ask.

I'm hungry.

Gonna go eat.


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Do you need a hug?


Sorry but I had this funny feeling that someone reading ;my blog could use a hug.


Here.

Have two.


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And if you're from blogspot?

Read the next post.


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Everyone else?

Keep calm and don't forget your towel.


:)


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Note.

This is NOT an abandoned blog. I'm just really, really, reaaaaallly busy.


That's a good thing.


Hugs.

AuthorAnn


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Have craving. Want to turn on a tv set and hear the words, "Sooooouuuuullll Traaaiiinnn". It would be Saturday. Hot in the morning and then comes the rain.

On second thought?

A memory from my past.



From the summer of love and really bad weather. LOL.


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Holy moley.

If  I can get someone to view my blog from Antartica, South America, and Africa?

I'll have views from every continent in the world. LOL

Anyone know anyone from those continents who'd give 12dots a view and I'll -- dunno --

Maybe I'll write them their very own poem.

An original.

Dedicate it to them.


Ode To Around the Watercooler

Or

How I Met Mr Write.



Meanwhile the wind blew, the rain fell, and we decided if it was better to brave the storms and go to fencing or brave the guilt and stay home.




Later gators...

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The answer is?
It's got a great beat and it's easy to dance to.

And it tells a story...




Storms a brewin'.

(A thunderstorm not a metaphor.)

The dogs are trying their best to hunker down  and I'm fixin' to eat.

(I'd take a shower but that might not be the best plan what with thunderstorms predicted.)

So I'm a gonna go pee and then eat.

Pups cooked.

Smells good.

Hope all's well with you and yours.

AA

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