Phil, after leaving the bar, walked aimlessly though the streets, as though he were a man who's plot had suddenly be ripped from him, his purpose, his driving goal: gone.
"What the hell am I doing?" Phil asked nobody in particular.
"You're... standing... on my... crotch!" A strangled voice yelped. Phil lifted up his foot and inquisitively looked down. There was no-one there. "Closer... closer!" the voice croaked. Suddenly, waves flashed though the air once again. "Another lousy flashback?" Phil ejaculated irritably. "Just when I was starting to do something cool!"
How could you best encourage a blogger to blog?
How could you best encourage a blogger to blog?
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