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Butt-F***ing the World
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Plagiarism (one sentence)
steal a sentence from a published author else to continue the story.
and please, i know it's an antiquted idea, but let's see if we can create a story with some integrity. cool? cool. ---------------------------- I remember riding a bus in the middle of the night during a bitter snowstorm in the early months of 1976. Last edited by Deviate : 03-17-2004 at 01:26 AM. |
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monkey
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Re: Plagiarism (one sentence)
I remember riding a bus in the middle of the night during a bitter snowstorm in the early months of 1976. The whole world spoke the same language, using the same words.
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I remember riding a bus in the middle of the night during a bitter snowstorm in the early months of 1976. The whole world spoke the same language, using the same words. In order to talk to each other, we have to have words, and that’s all right.
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Re: Plagiarism (one sentence)
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left hanging
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monkey
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Great minds think alike. I was going to ask that we do the same thing. Guess where my line came from, you will never guess. Sorry to interrupt again.
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left hanging
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Butt-F***ing the World
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from a published author.
now i hate to be a stickler, but would you mind deleting these posts so we can get to the story? all questions and comments can be posted in the Questions and Comments section or you can PM me. thanks, dev. Last edited by Deviate : 03-17-2004 at 03:59 PM. |
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Cheeses Save
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*peeks in*
sorry to interupt...sorry sorry. ahem...where is the questions and comments section? |
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King of the špatnýs
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Thanks Rob, I was going to say what a good idea.
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I used to be a girl
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I remember riding a bus in the middle of the night during a bitter snowstorm in the early months of 1976. The whole world spoke the same language, using the same words. In order to talk to each other, we have to have words, and that’s all right.
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?-it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. [Jack Kerouac, On The Road ] Last edited by Gatsby : 03-26-2004 at 11:45 PM. |
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I remember riding a bus in the middle of the night during a bitter snowstorm in the early months of 1976. The whole world spoke the same language, using the same words. In order to talk to each other, we have to have words, and that’s all right.
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?-it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. No complaints, I guess, but then there never are in polite company, are there?(Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity") *I tried to find one that worked, and I thought this might go. Hope it makes enough sense* |
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no more nice girl
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I remember riding a bus in the middle of the night during a bitter snowstorm in the early months of 1976. The whole world spoke the same language, using the same words. In order to talk to each other, we have to have words, and that’s all right.
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?-it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. No complaints, I guess, but then there never are in polite company, are there?(Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity") A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water. (Carl Reiner). |
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no more nice girl
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I remember riding a bus in the middle of the night during a bitter snowstorm in the early months of 1976. The whole world spoke the same language, using the same words. In order to talk to each other, we have to have words, and that’s all right.
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?-it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. No complaints, I guess, but then there never are in polite company, are there?(Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity") A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water. (Carl Reiner). |
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