A confessional in a cab seems like a weird proposition, but Deb likes it, and is going to keep doing it. Until Naseeba appears, and it all takes a turn. Is it for the worse, or for the better?
I am a creature of sheer whimsy, choosing to go exactly where my environment directs me.
I do have a certain fascination with reading and writing fiction, though, and I hope the universe leads me to become the author I want to be.
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I am a creature of sheer whimsy, choosing to go exactly where my environment directs me.
I do have a certain fascination with reading and writing fiction, though, and I hope the universe leads me to become the author I want to be.
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