davidvienna:
The bartender leaned over, resting her wrinkled elbows on the worn wood. “I just want...
The bartender leaned over, resting her wrinkled elbows on the worn wood. “I just want you to know I’m psychic and I know you are going to be a successful writer.”
I doubted anyone with actual psychic abilities would be manning the bar at a desolate biker outpost on a forgotten highway… But, she did know I wasn’t yet successful.
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