Frank is watching now, transfixed, as Mikey sits outside in the cold with a small notebook, lyrics pouring from his pen and onto the crisp, white paper; a wonderful contrast to the dark leaves all around him. I love the imagery in that line. You seem to have a gift for drabbles :)
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I've always had issues with details so I was really surpirised that this turned out the way it did.
If I end up p;osting anything else, you'll be the first to know.
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