I'd like to picture the women's conversation as this:
Lady in hat: And I hear that they don't even blink...!
Lady with short hair: Oh, heavens!
Hat: And--oh, don't look now, but a very attractive man has--no, look--no, don't look--I mean, act like you're not looking . . .
"Oh, so we're rhyming again, are we?"
I feel like this guy would be the guy you don't necessarily like, but he's helpful and got bad but not the worst ulterior motives, and he picks on people with short tempers by being all fancy and stuff
An experimental short story in the form of an illustrated free verse poem about a mysterious man and his never-ending quest for 'something that everyone has, but not everyone uses.'
The Heart Collector involves some dark imagery, and a little blood (and quite possibly some horrible puns).
Done just for kicks, THC will be updated whenever I have free time. Thanks for your patience!
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