It was the last class of the day and I went back home.
Once I got back, I wrote myself a little note to post right on my door.
“Have confidence, Hosea.”
Maybe that little saying will work, but who knows?
“Are you still on for Yogurt City?” That was the text that caused my phone to vibrate.
How persistent.
“Yes, I am. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Alright. Is it okay, if I also bring some of my story concepts with me? I want to show you some of them if that’s all right with you?”
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