I overhear a teenage girl say to another teenage girl, "I didn't tell Mom we were the ones who killed the cat." The cherry trees are blooming pink bombs. It's early Spring. The day is sunny as an egg. Aimless as a stray bullet, the wind blows past me. I wonder, "Have I chosen the wrong career?"
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Brad Rose is the author of Pink X-Ray. His website is here.
