I struggle.
I cannot find the words.
I agonize over thoughts and meaning to no avail.
Ideas do not appear.
My mind is an empty canvas, with no artist to fill the void.
I yearn for inspiration.
I pray for fault in my armor so that I may write the words
that truly matter.
Yet my soul tightens.
My lips seal shut.
The pages remain blank.
And my heart reveals nothing.
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Well, kids here you go..
A boutique buys a dress from the manufacturer for $30. The boutique owner puts a mark-up of 20% on the price before selling it in her store. However, it's sale time and she offers the dress for sale at a discount of 15% off the normal selling price. How much will you pay for the dress in the sale?
A boutique buys a dress from the manufacturer for $30. The boutique owner puts a mark-up of 20% on the price before selling it in her store. However, it's sale time and she offers the dress for sale at a discount of 15% off the normal selling price. How much will you pay for the dress in the sale?
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ReplyDeleteYou will buy it with $3.15. I just doing job :3. Whatever Rule math!!
ReplyDeleteYou will buy it with $3.15. I just doing job :3. Whatever Rule math!!
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