Once upon a time, John gave me grief about getting 15 pages done in a week. So, I said, "Care to make a bet?" I mean, he needs to get his own pages done, after all, so why not make things interesting?
The rules: 15 pages by midnight Sunday. They must be double spaced, Times New Roman font, and with standard margins. If we do it, then we've got the pages. But, if either of us fails, there will be an allusion to the third episode of the fifth season of the X-Files.
Now, of course, he's already talking big, but it remains to be seen where all that talking is going to get him.
I'm up to six pages, John. What've you got?
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I started the day with three, and now I have eight. Piece of cake. All that percolating over the week is coming together nicely.
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