Life of A: Writer --- Knock Knock
Life of A: Writer ā KnockĀ Knock
The rain comes down in droves, thick sheets, running icy claws down my back. It holds me in my place as if my feet have been frozen to the ground, melded, and itās all I can do to breathe.
āLook, I know you wereāareāa little skeptical about the place, but trust me when I tell you itās all gonnaā work out.ā
āI know,ā I say. Thereās nobody in a ten foot radius, but I can see him⦠Kamā¦ā¦
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