Super Nuts

Super NutsIt’s as if I’ve become a fly on the wall, able to observe everything like the eye of a camera. And I watch a man with dark hair and dark-rimmed glasses take in the room before him.

He’s new. The duffle bag in his left hand makes that obvious.

He glances from bed, to bed in the large dorm room and I can tell by the way he pulls his brows together he’s not sure which one is meant to be his. Continue reading

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