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My name is Amanda. Right now I am sitting in my house…alone. Except for Bea, who’s only in my head. Sorry, against my head—we’re on the phone together. I am in my early twenties, and in my bathrobe. For as of now there is nobody around to look any better for! It’s about three in the morning. But in this noisy city who can really tell? An ambulance occasionally blares past, or some people will start fighting. Not that I live in a trashy part of town. No, although some may think that we artists only make a small pension, I am completely satisfied with what I do and where I live. If perhaps you couldn’t already tell, I am a poet. I know my word choices reveal more than I would sometimes hope; you can always sense my every emotion. Although I am a private person.
Approximate Word count = 573
Approximate Pages = 2.3
(250 words per page double spaced)
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