TASTES LIKE SUMMER .. t.h.

@marsantos: it kinda sucks when you realize the protagonist in your story is the boyfriend from high school you thought you forgot about lol

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crinkled paper pads and lukewarm coffee.
big screen and big stage.
warm nights and studio apartment.
broken pencils and lamplight.
cold fingers and sweaty palms.
the actor and the playwright.

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in which a writer who sets out to sell her script realizes the story is that of her and a shadow from the past she cant seem to shake.

{t.h. x oc}