Looks like. [he brushes the entire dinner affair off his hands while he straightens, grabbing pencil and paper off the table. had they been in his bedroom, they'd be forgotten; in the living room, ignored in place for TV. as long as they were on the table, it was a glaring reminder that he still had a long way to go before he considered himself decent with writing. plateaus were lame.] What do want on 'em?
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