Now and again I'll jot down a line of dialogue that belongs to a non-existent play about nothing that I'll never write. Usually I have next to no idea as to what they mean. Today, without exactly meaning to, I jotted down the following since I heard it in my head: I got the impression he was trying to avoid me. Mind you, most days I think I'd be inclined to avoid myself as much as possible.
I'm not a big fan of my own work, but I quite like this one. The problem is, though, that I suspect the 'me' in question might well be me (in person as it were) which makes it all a bit ouch.
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