Her claim to fame? Her thong.
Also, I started a second paragraph to my workshop piece. Opinions welcome :)
Eleven o’clock, bed time. Once
the green circle no longer glows, I push myself off the uneven stripes. He
falls into bed exhausted from bruising bandits. I don’t hate the bandits or the screaming matches he has with the tv
screen. It’s the cleaning I hate. I pick up the plain potato chip bag from the
right side of the chair. I roll the bag until it meets the pieces inside. Where
the hell did he put the clip? I move the gaming chair to the left and find the
clip pushed into the carpet.
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