"Your neck must hurt" said a gentleman from the table over. She looked up, a little mortified that he'd been watching her write intently in the sunlight.
"So keen on writing it all down instead of taking it all in." he smirked.
"Perhaps when I'm old with Alzheimers I'll appreciate having books written to myself to remind myself of it all"
Shaking his head, he said "What good will that do if what you write carries no experience? Give old you a chance to enjoy herself for a second time."
He pulled out the chair next to him.
"Sit."
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
"Your neck must hurt" said a gentleman from the table over. She looked up, a little mortified that he'd been watching her write intently in the sunlight.
"So keen on writing it all down instead of taking it all in." he smirked.
"Perhaps when I'm old with Alzheimers I'll appreciate having books written to myself to remind myself of it all"
Shaking his head, he said "What good will that do if what you write carries no experience? Give old you a chance to enjoy herself for a second time."
He pulled out the chair next to him.
"Sit."
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