Fear and Circumstance in Las Vegas

I came home to a cat, her white paws delicately dancing past the typewriter, mine.

Tucked inside the typewriter was a sheet, long dead, with the words I wrote by hand:

“Place yourself in circumstances of want, and ask yourself, “is this what I fear?”

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