Johhny and the alien. Part 6.

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Isn't happening. Ever. Get over it.

The short story I was trying to write has been scrapped. I've no ideas as to how it can continue.

Should any of you lot out there in webland feel that it should continue then leave a comment saying why and I may attempt to do something with it.

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Divemaster GranDad said…
Cuzz...have you ever read a book only to find, halfway through, that a few pages are missing? Need I say more?
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