6/27/13

There is a boy who works with me. He’s short and skinny and quiet. He always smiles at me. I smile back, trying to look at him as simply a human being, but my Inner Writer is busy transforming him into something more interesting. I can’t decide if he is actually a mass murderer, a sorcerer, or a brilliant young drug lord.

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