I won't recover
Can't redo a first impression
Must fit in, be cool.
Fist bump handshake hand bump fist
I won't recover.
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Adam Patrick
Born and raised in Southeastern Kentucky, I traveled the world in the Air Force until I retired. I now reside in Arkansas with my wife Lyndi, where I flail around on my keyboard and try to craft something interesting to read.
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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God this is so mortifying! I've done this before, lol!
Very well written and relatable to so many! I think this is always such an interesting concept. As someone who dresses in the more alternative realm of fashion (pinup/vintage inspired with bold prints), first meetings with strangers are always moments of them quickly deciding my personality in a glance. It's always interesting to see what they decide