Cutting Length

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Later that evening, while hiding in the basement, I hear the pitter patter of my little brother's footsteps. He knocks on the restroom door just as I finish washing my hands.

"Don't barge in buddy,' I remind with slight attitude that I'm willing to admit to.

"Goodnight Buba," Joseph explains.

"Oh," I reply, "goodnight little buddy."

"Mama got mad at me," he continues.

"What happened?" I ask.

"I got confused on my homework. I didn't understand."

Joseph starts crying, I hug him and comfort him, telling him it'll be OK best I can. I think about my novel, the way things are going it's gonna come out really really short, but I can't delay finishing it. I'll have to cut down its length. Because...

They're starting to break Joseph...

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