I wasn’t too sure. I mean, this was just a work in progress, but I guess a preview couldn’t hurt.
All I could do was sigh.
“Wanna hear what I have so far?”
“Sure. I just finished some homework, and I don’t have anything else until next passing period.” He said. Paulson sat down across from me at the table where I was at.
Come on, BeBe…You got this.
I changed my voice to something more gravely to imitate one of the exiled beings.
“We must be ever so unlucky with living in this wasteland–”
I began this little preview of a joke.
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