A Seed

I’ve been having a lot of weird little ideas that I’ve been allowing to germinate in the privacy of my own fat head (and I guess fat Google drive?). Here’s what is probably my favorite so far:

 

I love him, she knew, but I will never be in love with him. He can never be the floutist I know I need.

 

 

I’m pretty sure if I follow this up people are gonna be calling me the next Ian McEwan.

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