Nothing more deadly...
A friend just handed me a small kernal of hope. It's tiny, and its chances for survival are next to nil... but its potential is enormous.
I'm scared to even talk about it in case I accidentally blow it away.
You love it. You loathe it.
Either way, you can't help yourself. You are one of us.
(You are also a masochist. But that's OK.)
Struggling (and more often fighting) writer by trade, and office monkey when I need to pay my bills. It's an enviable life.
I know, you're probably a little jealous now.
It's perfectly understandable.
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