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Writer's Cramp

I scribble feverishly across the page. My hand won’t write as fast as my mind spits the words out at me. Word after word, line after line, the page slowly fills. I just can’t believe how these words are pouring out of me.

I finally sit back. My arm throbs from writing so much. I wrote a story. Finally!

I’ve overcome my writer’s block. Now I have writer’s cramp… Well I guess I’d rather have this then not be able to write.

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