I went for a stroll along the beach with the ghost of author Washington Irving.
I said, “Sometimes I don’t know what to write. I sit with my fingers on the keyboard and nothing ventures out. As a famous author, I was hoping you would have something to say that would enlighten me on what I should do in this predicament.”
The ghost of Washington Irving said, “No. I regret that I can think of nothing to say.”
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