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A little boy worked on the computer but then he fell and hurt his nose and he went to his mom, then he bumped into his daddy and then he cuddled with his sister, Sylvia.

The End

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Once upon a time a little boy named J. W. was going out into the backyard to play then he fell off his tree house and then he went inside to get a band aid but very quietly because his mom was sleeping and in the morning he hugged his sister, Sylvia.

The End

Work in Progress, Progress

It is the summer of 1969 and Janelle is a pink blur on her bicycle trailing a blonde ponytail as she crests the hill on Temple Avenue. Down the other side, she pedals faster and faster until she can’t keep up and gravity takes over. Just behind her are Joey and Benny, screaming like bicycle banshees, chasing Janelle’s bobbing blonde ponytail.

A bolt of electric thrill shoots through her as she tucks her chin to the handlebars and makes herself as small as possible to the wind. For a moment she feels like she’s falling and in that weightlessness moment the wind in ears takes on her father’s voice, the lilt of it filling her head, a sing-song jibe. Kind and familiar from her youth.

“You’ve done it now, Missy-pants! Look it. Look it, Missy-pants! You’ve gone and left too much to chance.”

2016 Has Been Entirely Owned by Women

(and that’s a good thing)

In our top story:

Jessie Graff

It’s been an excellent year for women, I think we could all agree to some extent, despite our certainly disparate views of superheroes and politicians.

In any case, congratulations are due to this woman, Jessie Graff, for owning this grueling course! The first woman to ever finish the course and she did it in a top 30 time! Awesome! Enjoy!

And I don’t know much about it but 04:27:84 seems like a very good time. I know it would beat my time.

If there ever was a time I attempted the course.

And didn’t die trying.

Which I most certainly would.