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You write well - a very natural read - thank you!

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Thank you for the shout out! I appreciate it so much! ☺️

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Great subject matter to highlight. More adults could use some evaluation to find answers for what they haven’t yet named.

Plus, whenever someone says “I could write a book”, I feel like saying: Write that book honey!

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Haha thank you

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Adulting? What exactly is adulting?

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Pathetic redditspeak like "doggo" or "chonker".

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You don't get do just make up your own words or pervert words because you can. Well you can but don't think I (or many others) will take you seriously.. because we will just shake our heads and NOT read anything you write.

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Except that the word has been in use for a few years, no one can police neologisms, and lots of people will read it. 🙂

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Right... no police here... just revulsion... and a refusal to take the author seriously... There is always a segment to appeal to... I prefer the literate among us.

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Revulsion?? Wow, you should work through that. You could just leave if you don’t like it instead of unnecessarily insulting the author.

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Right - work through my love of the language and the culture from which it sprang to shield a would-be author from reality and grammar? I think not - in an age when the feelings of the barely literate trump the beauty and necessity of the proper use of the language, I will always stand defiant to its perversion. You can call it insulting. I call it helping someone who apparently wants to become a writer understand that there are rules that we must follow to get other writers to read (and like) what you write.

To be, or not to be? That is the question—

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And, by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep—

No more—and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to—’tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished! To die, to sleep.

To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub,

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause. There’s the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

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I like your style...

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