100 Pages Short of Composure

Before I went to law school, I loved to write prose. Now, my writing is formuliac and I can see that it is having an impact on my personality. This is my attempt to infuse any sort of creativity into my life.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Any time that my dad calls me at 5:30am, that means someone died.
Posted by Crys at 10:08 PM
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