I hope you had a fabulous week. I love summertime in the Pacific Northwest—we had a little rain, a little sunshine, and it hasn’t been over 80 degrees once. 🙂 It won’t last, but that’s okay too.
Last week’s snippet was pretty intense, so I thought I’d lighten things up a little this week. A few hours after Phil cut his hang-out time with Lee short, he goes out into the backyard and sees a sheet of paper flapping in the breeze. Technically, this is only 8 sentences because there’s no period after Lee signed his name…
Thanks for letting me see your pictures. You’re an amazing photographer.
My band’s playing Sunday night. It’s not as amazing as pictures of a hummingbird using spiderwebs to build a nest, but I hope you’ll come to Backspace around 8 anyway. I’ll leave your name at the door so you won’t have a cover.
Phil tried to remember if Lee said what kind of band he played in, but he’d been too distracted by the way his T-shirt stretched across his shoulders and the skin peeking through holes in the knees of his jeans.
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