SLOW GOING
Friday, 4 November 2011 21:51But, I wanted to share some of the NaNoWriMo writings that I did do today:
“Anyways, why are you here so early?”Thanks to
“Anyways,” he parroted. “Did you really just say ‘anyways’?”
“What is wrong with anyways?”
“Nothing, I just found it a little …” his voice trailed off.
“It’s a Midwestern thing. Deal with it,” she told him.
He held his hands up in surrender. “Don’t get your gills in a tizzy,” he told her.
“Gills in a tizzy?” she questioned. “What does that even mean?”
“It’s a West Coast thing,” he told her.
“Next thing I know, you’re going to tell me to ignore the invisible pink unicorn in the room, or something.”
Trevor lifted his hand to his mouth, in mock horror. He looked around, pretending to be making sure the coast was clear. “How did you know about the invisible pink unicorn? That’s a trade secret. No one is to know of it. No one, do you hear me,” he told her, a broad smile lighting up his face.
Alexandria let out a laugh. If even only half the people she was going to be working with had this sense of humor, she was going to have absolutely no problem fitting in. Trevor’s sense of humor reminded her of her brother Stephen, who had just graduated high school. He was the baby of the family, and the one always getting into trouble. He was also the one most likely to talk himself out of trouble, so it usually evened out in the end.
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