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#2.1 " An introduction to #2... aka 'Keep Up'

Now then.…
I've been writing my 'book' for well over a decade and a half now... or, truth be known, I know the set-up and lay out and over-arching 'story' but everything else is strewn over shit loads over notebooks, scraps of paper, blah blah blah.... I just need to pull all the various bits into a coherent whole and I HOPE this blog'll give me the necessary kick up the arse to do that....
So then.....
Here's the disclaimer which'll be hastily followed by the publication of the 1st Chapter.
After that, let's see....
Dazzler xxx


DISCLAIMER
CAUTION! THIS INDIGENOUS URBAN FOLKTALE CONTAINS EXTREMELY COARSE LANGUAGE & SERIOUSLY CRUDE RIBALDRY FROM THE OUTSET. 
READERS ARE ADVISED TO GET A FUCKIN' GRIP
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