Just finished the first draft of another story, The Arby's Hat. I used to meet a lover in a room in an old three story hotel that had become a place for off campus students to rent. The room was on the second story of the hotel, and the top of the Arby's hat was level with the window. Such is the setting of the tale when a knock occurs at the door. Who is it, you may ask. I hope someday, the story appears somewhere so that you can read it.
We are having wonderful weather here in Vancouver, WA. Eighty today and a brisk breeze flowing from the Coast, 200 miles away. Now, back to my first rewrite of The Arby Hat.
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