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One Mistake With Beginners In Writing Is, That They Think It Important To Spin Out Something Long. It Is A Great Deal Better Not To Write More Than A Page Or Two, Unless You Have Something To Say, And Can Write It Correctly.

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One Mistake With Beginners

Lucy Larcom

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One Mistake With Beginners In Writing Is, That They Think It Important To Spin Out Something Long. It Is A Great Deal Better Not To Write More Than A Page Or Two, Unless You Have Something To Say, And Can Write It Correctly.

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