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Why is your blog so ugly?

For those of you who visit my blog (semi-regularly, I guess), you may have noticed my blog has gotten suddly ugly. This is becuase I’m in the process of learning to write WordPress themes for another project, and this was a handy blog that I could play with.

Yes, I’m well aware you should never test on a production site.

Yes, I’m also likely to regret it.

~BX

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A Chance Meeting

It had been a busy day. She swung herself on to the bus, and flashed her electronic ticket. She caught herself in the drivers mirror, and gave the work-weary woman that looked back a tired smile. He ran her fingers through her brown hair trying to pull it’s unruly strands into something resembling a smile. Her brown looked back at her, and she gave her reflection a resigned shrug.

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