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I Sent A Lot Of Publishing Ideas To My Publisher, About 30 Of Them. Each Time Except 3, I Got A "rejection Letter". This Is Basically What A Rejection Letter Is Like: Hello Pathetic Moron, We Read Your Book. It Sucked. Don't Send Us Another One. If You Do, We Will Run Over Your Grandmother With A Bus. Don't Do It. From, Your Publisher

I Just...feel Like I Need To Save Everyone. To Redeem Myself.

Wonder Why We Can Do This,' He Called Out With His Mind. The Mental Effort Of Speaking To Her Was Already Straining—he Felt A Headache Forming Like A Bulge In His Brain. 'maybe We Were Lovers,' Teresa Said. Thomas Tripped And Crashed To The Ground. Smiling Sheepishly At Minho, Who’d Turned To Look Without Slowing, Thomas Got Back Up And Caught Up To Him. 'what?' He Finally Asked. He Sensed A Laugh From Her, A Watery Image Full Of Color.

You’re Disgusting When You Eat,” Chuck Said, Sitting On The Bench Next To Him. “it’s Like Watching A Starving Pig Eat His Own Klunk.

Rose Took My Nose, I Suppose