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November 20, 2010
I am just another number.

Another person. Another 100 words every day. Every Month. Every Year. I will not be remembered. Oh, maybe. Possibly. For a second or two. A simple flicker in the minds of readers, of people who know that we are all simply numbers.

And they will read. And say "Hmm." Or "Oh" Or "Okay" Or "Hmph" And move on. Common courtesy, right? 'I know how it feels to write 100, so I will read your 100, and you'll read mine, and we'll both be another number.'

I am not sure.