&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It was blank. It was white, empty, and blank. It was just blank. As simple as that. Darned, I thought. Why can I just have one idea to be sent? I couldn't think even the simplest idea of all. I tried to rack my brain but it failed. I typed some words, deleted some, and yet I never seem to knack the right idea though. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Seconds passed by, then minutes.Time was running out from me. I was only given about 15 minutes to finish my writing&nbsp; and&nbsp; somehow, I had wasted 5 minutes so quickly. I tapped my forehead hopping that my Grey cells would work. One, two tapping didn't work. I need to end this 'idea-famine' quickly or else it would be time to sleep. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Suddenly, an idea hit my head, which quite rightly made me happy. I straighten&nbsp; my position on the chair and type the title 'BLANK'...<br>&nbsp;<br>

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