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    This is a blog post. It talks about how I am going back to my job in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania after spending six days with my family. It mentions how I feel a little sad to leave, but I also look forward to my job. The blog post shares how I got a good amount of writing done on those days off, currently working on an article on fountain pens. It shows how I am having a hard time deciding how to finish my article, because I don’t know what else to write or research. The post mentions how I am planning on getting a fountain pen in the near future, but it does not mention the price category I am thinking of spending on the pen. Knowing the author of the blog post, the amount will not be too much. The blog post also mentions what I ate for lunch: a bowl of stir-fried jalapeno peppers, onions, and eggplant. The blog post raves about how good it tasted and how the jalapeno peppers were more spicy to the nose than the throat. This is a blog post, but this is me:

    I am writing right now because it is Tuesday. The only reason the letters are being hammered out beneath my fingers is because the day is running away. If you could see the smile on my face, you would wish I would continue writing for a while, because it is making me feel good inside, but, unfortunately, I have to go, because I have a two hour drive ahead of me and a two hour drive before work in the morning. Everything will work out… because… we planned ahead? So, I will end my unusual blog post.

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