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She took a bite of the apple she palmed and the audible crunch caused me to wince.
It was one of those annoying little habits she had.
Not a journalist, but a novelist, or perhaps a screenplay writer.
Two years of college did nothing to enhance my skills in that department either. I'd landed quite a few jobs, but none of them lasted.
It was smooth and silky, cut evenly below her shoulders.Summer was my twin sister, but it's unlikely you would know it by comparing the two of us.We were fraternal twins, born in the heat of mid-July.I detested the hours and following inane orders; I abhorred the disciplined style of life.As long as I could remember, I wanted to be either a writer or an artist.