The desktop background is cluttered with Microsoft Word documents with file names like Watch Me Watch You and Golden Heart and Life Hostage and Never Right, Always Left. “You’ve written so many stories,” I say. “They’re all just drafts,” Orion says, drawing the curtain and allowing light in. “It’s still a lot.” “I just get in and get out. I don’t even correct typos.” “Only your eyes have been on them. Do you think . . . Are you still only wanting your eyes on your stories? It’s okay if so.” Orion smiles. “I’d love for you to be my first reader.”
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