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I went to bed feeling haunted by Kurt Vonnegut, whose hateful words
echoed in my head: "I have never used semicolons. They don't do
anything, don't suggest anything."
When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed I was in college. The class
was Freshman Composition. No one there knew how to use me.
But they liked me. I was mysterious... I looked important and
well-educated. They used me over and over again. Yes, I was
in all the wrong places. And yes, I would ultimately be circled
or crossed out with red ink. But there were so many of me!
I was EVERYWHERE! I woke up refreshed. I had glimpsed my
own immortality.
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