You stole my story and something's got to be done about it.
I am this month one whole year older than I was this time twelve-month; and having got, as you perceive, almost into the middle of my fourth volume__nd no farther than to my first day's life_'tis demonstrative that I have three hundred and sixty-four days more life to write just now, than when I first set out; so that instead of advancing, as a common writer, in my work with what I have been doing at it__n the contrary, I am just thrown so many volumes back_
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I am this month one whole year older than I was this time twelve-month; and having got, as you perceive, almost into the middle of my fourth volume__nd no farther than to my first day's life_'tis demonstrative that I have three hundred and sixty-four days more life to write just now, than when I first set out; so that instead of advancing, as a common writer, in my work with what I have been doing at it__n the contrary, I am just thrown so many volumes back_
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