“You’ve got too much time, Vic.” “You must make time for that which matters,” he recited, “for that which defines you: your passion, your progress, your pen. Take it up, and write your own story.” Eli looked at him for a long moment, brow crinkling. “That’s awful.” “It’s from the introduction,” said Victor. “Don’t worry, I blacked it out.”
Look like someone need to find an editor
