Writing for Anna Baron

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Ringo Huxley looked over at the clock on the wall. It was 2 AM. He was in a city somewhere in northern California. Maybe it was Berkeley. Maybe it wasn't. Ringo wasn't sure. He was wide awake, but his memories were somewhat dizzy. Maybe someone else in the bar would know where he was. Ringo got up and approached the counter

Comments

[superbreakout]

A++++++++++++++++++++++++amillion
nobody else loves me enough to write short stories for me :(

obviously this story requires a second installment.

[simonsays__]

i second that second installment