Sunday, 28 October 2018

The One Where We Met

When I first met George, I was immensely unimpressed.

I stumbled into my first creative writing seminar with sleepy dust in my eyes, a horrendous case of bed hair, and a banana that I planned to eat in the lesson as a hash sort-of breakfast. I was so late that my poetry tutor suggested that I come to the second class instead of joining the one I was scheduled to be in: 10am.

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