After disembarking and leaving the airport, Phil was still thinking pensively about his brain in a surprisingly un-metacognitive manner.
The brain was truly amazing. It seemed to run completely on its own, without help from him at all.
Phil wondered if he could ask it how it worked.
Before, however, he could muster the courage to think, a car pulled up in front of him, the side door opened and he was yanked inside.
After Phil's eyes adjusted to the light he realized that sitting beside him was a very beautiful woman wearing a plastic watermelon slice on her head.
She said simply, "I am Ezmeralda; I am your death, unless...Why are you stuffing a pillow up the back of your shirt?"
"Damn! She'd noticed!" thought Phil. Before he could come up with a plan, his brain told him what to do. "Heh heh 'ello Ezmeralda!" he said once again in his Quasimodo accent. "Stupid brain, I know it has its
reasons but..."
How could you best encourage a blogger to blog?
How could you best encourage a blogger to blog?
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