Monday, February 7, 2011
The One Where I Entered A Short Story Contest, Which Means I'll Actually Have To Let A Stranger Read And Critique My Work.
Dear Lover,
You should know.
That this girl here is growing.
Becoming courageous.
Stiff-shouldered.
And less sensitive about having this little ego of hers bruised.
Love,
Me.
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