Writing for some is not an option to omit. Last night after I wrote the first blog I went to bed. Correction I went to the bedroom but did not get to sleep. I closed my eyes but all of characters were still wide awake. I can envision them in the dark folds of my gray matter all smoking, drinking, and telling stories about each other.
Dalton an RJ talking about professions.
Le and Pepper swapping corn recipes that work well high pressure.
Erica, still with a K, is still bad mouthing me for letting her get killed.
Stan shakes his head as he nurses a scotch, knew he only had one way out long before the end of his journry.
Robert S. Johnson is still glad he got caught before he was able to kill again
Larry is still standing in the corner. Pouting because everyone thinks he is…
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