You're not Bored, You're Just a Child
A gray day and neutral company finds Dean in search of his imagination, wondering why he has been forced to venture through his mind with the needless aid of his opinionless, pale-skinned companion.
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by Craig A. Platt
The thick eyes and heavy smoke choked me into an awkward submission of silence and fallen glances. I was there only in body -- mind and spirit wandering out the door into the cold Manhattan streets. Late March and still 40 degrees outside.