Nothing

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 Nothing


I have nothing to write about today.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll have something, but today nothing.

So I guess I’ll write about nothing today.

But then isn’t nothing something?

If nothing is something to write about, it must be something.

Isn’t THAT something!

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