Improv Writing: Not supposed to be.
There’s blood on the floor, and there’s not supposed to be. It’s only one drop of a nosebleed, but there it is, still mahogany-red on the tiles. There’s blankets on the couch, and there’s not supposed to be. But it’s lonesome back in her bedroom, and she can listen to the sounds of us breathing, […]
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