Moses, Frustrated Writer · 11:49pm April 3rd
It had happened twenty years before. Moshe had gotten sick of being bossed around by those damned Mizraim. So he and some of the tin smiths and their families had headed back to where their ancestor, Yosef, had come from, good old Canaan. The Mizraim had pursued of course and gotten their chariots stuck in the Red Sea, the dumb bastards. Well, Moshe had written a book about the whole thing, but it hadn't sold very well, until he started adding some things. 40 years of wandering in the
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