Yeah, yeah, yeah, all those wisenheimers spew about character being what you do when no one was looking, but this was different.

It was just a book, a silly book. And it wasn’t even written in English. So who really would miss it?

I only needed to make it to the end of the block, trade it for cash, and I’d be on my way.


Categories: Writing


Writer. Former teacher. Baker. Spoiler of dogs.


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