Twenty Three Sentences

S... s... sentence number one.  S... sentence number two.  Sentence number three.  A fourth sentence.  A fifth one...
  August 7, 2002

S... s... sentence number one.  S... sentence number two.  Sentence number three.  A fourth sentence.  A fifth one.  Wow, look, I wrote six sentences already!  Here’s a seventh one; who said writing was hard?  It’s really easy, as this eighth sentence proves.  Should I add an ninth sentence?  A tenth, perhaps?  Eleven sentences march on my screen like Prussian soldiers, and I crack my whip and bring forth —  A twelfth sentence!

I think sentence number thirteen should open a new paragraph.  Isn’t this a lovely paragraph, Sentence Fourteen, my darling?  I fell in love on the fifteenth sentence but it didn’t last long.  Sentence sixteen came along and swept me away.  Seventeen sentences into it, I found myself lying naked on cold cobblestones in an unknown dark city clutching a lollipop.  Rain poured on me, as it only can pour in an eighteenth sentence.  In sentence nineteen, they seized me and brought me in for questioning.  It seemed all strangers were subject to suspicion in sentence twenty.  Twenty one sentences did not soften the cruel heart of the judge; his verdict was harsh.  Sentence twenty two: death by tickling!

Period.

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