Once Lost, Now Found
Found another bit of unfinished prose, buried in old emails. This one was started back in my "I'm going to be a children's author" phase:
James Abednego felt that his life had become like a snow globe. A once-peaceful snow globe that was violently-shaken, throwing up a blizzard of confusion. The first twelve years of his life had been so average, so comfortably average. Life had been moving along as planned, no bumps or bustles. Now he found himself far away from home, living in Boston with a woman he barely knew, and he had the sneaking suspicion he'd just inadvertantly joined a gang.
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um, hello? you better finish this - i'm on pins and needles here! i am still waiting to hear about Quentin, too! my gosh, what will i do with my time until it's finished!? uuugghhhh!
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