His parents had laughed at him when he told them that.
The Notebook and the Vomit
White Feather

Last Saturday, I told my Mom my intentions of writing for a living. She does not doubt that it can be done, she is afraid that I will not have a decent career. She fears that, that I will end up struggling depending on words. This is a good bit here, it made me reflect on my own life a little.

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