Saturday 14 December 2013

Memoirs of this Delusional Writer #36

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     “Good,” Seth said, his head bobbing along with Jason’s. He leans forward; he’s elbows on his knees, his back arching slightly. His head cocks to the side, so he can look over his shoulder at the other guy.
     Their eyes lock. They share a laugh that’s a little awkward.
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