Writing is, for me, like sneezing. The urge arrives urgently and unbidden, a vague tingling that may very well pass if ignored; yet, when focused on, may easily culminate in an abrupt expulsion of great magnitude. Followed by the urge to pee.
I looked in the mirror this morning, and told myself, "You're going to be 24 soon." A face blinked back,
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