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“What would you do if you knew you were going to die tomorrow?” Jackie asked suddenly. We’d been quietly browsing in the craft section of the bookstore for the last twenty minutes, so the question caught me off guard.
“Where did that come from?” I pulled out a book on crocheting and flipped through it. Same old scarf and hat patterns. I needed something interesting and different to motivate me and boost my productivity. So far, no luck. It would probably help if I knew what I was looking for, but I was relying on the old ‘I’ll know it when I see it’ method of searching.
She started to answer, then paused and slid a sewing book back into place. “It’s a project for psychology.”
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“Where did that come from?” I pulled out a book on crocheting and flipped through it. Same old scarf and hat patterns. I needed something interesting and different to motivate me and boost my productivity. So far, no luck. It would probably help if I knew what I was looking for, but I was relying on the old ‘I’ll know it when I see it’ method of searching.
She started to answer, then paused and slid a sewing book back into place. “It’s a project for psychology.”
( Click here for more! Or, you know, don't, it totally won't hurt my feelings if you already think it's crap. Well, not much, anyway. It's not like I'd cross you off my Christmas card list or egg your house... )