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Dear Diary, Today Mr. Rutledge Kissed Me...And I Must Say I Quite Enjoyed It.

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August 25th, 2006

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i think i'm going to start archiving my writings here...so lets start at the very beginning.

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my first contest entry...before i entered my current one. read. enjoy. laugh. shake your fist. whatev. :)

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July 14th, 2006

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I guess I'll just get the ball rolling here, shall I?

It was a typical Congress day, if you could say any day was typical. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Edward Rutledge was out stalking his next victim. He hadn't gotten any in his last endevor with Hancock. Apparently the Thomson/Hancock thing was back on again, much to his chagrin. Most of the congressmen were spoken for, which wasn't good for Rutledge. Being the cool cool considerate man of the south, he needed his needs met. All of his prime choices, however, were upset, disgusted, or taken. This isn't normal, he thought, scanning the men heading into congress. I'm always able to find somebody, where am I going wrong? He was looking for a new catch, something exciting. Dickinson had become a bit too predictable for his liking. Finally he spotted it, a mustard yellow blurb briskly walking into the building. "Well, his taste is lacking," Rutledge muttered, "but he'll do." He sauntered slowly into the building, and was ready to make the move on his congressman of choice. John Adams.
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