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>> No.17849623 [View]
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Yeah and it's actually improving my life immensely

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What books will make me a better, stronger, smarter, more attractive, more confident, more enlightened, more fulfilled, more perceptive, more content, more motivated person, and why?

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saw a girl I hooked up with once with another guy
fuck I'm pissed

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How might you write this without being cringe? I am trying to capture the mind of a conceitful loner college man and I have not written much prose before. I do not particularly know how to make mundane things interesting.

He rounds the flights to his room, stomp. stomp. stomp. always even. He knows the sound of her light footfalls. They passed upon the stair, he says
hullo,
tactfully ignoring her
how are you.
And makes to his room. They had loved once but he did not like to think of it. Like the others he had possessed yet remained unknown to. But he had known them - he had! Myriad lads and fledges about him had been known by that thing they called “dating”, which did not belong to him. Their game was to be known, his to know and remain unknown of, a sentiment he had joined with himself and preferred not to examine. His business with the room was brief and he took the other exit to avoid further interaction.

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