The Adjuster's Offer
Monday morning I did a thing I'm not proud of, or maybe I am, I still haven't decided, which was I sat down after my eight a.m.
Amateur fiction writer in UK, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and a cold IPA after work. My wheelhouse is Letters & Transcripts, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is casual and chatty. Constructive comments and favorites are always welcome. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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Monday morning I did a thing I'm not proud of, or maybe I am, I still haven't decided, which was I sat down after my eight a.m.
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