uh..., um...
My passion is ...
hmm...
I know too much about ...
let's see...
My parents always told me ...
I think it was...uh...
My childhood ambition ...
I wanted to be a... um...
My favorite memory ...
That time, with the thing, at that place...
Why I write ...
because
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
This screen, the cursor, the hum of the CPU
My first job ...
let's not go there
My best moment ...
see above
My inspiration ...
my what?
"This can't be happening again. Please God, not again." The world was spinning around him so fast he couldn't focus. There was a buzzing in his head that was so loud he almost didn't hear the bell that ended the ninth round. He never saw the right hook that connected half a second after the bell. He staggered backwards and into the arms of his trainer, who drug him into the corner and held him there, suspended, until the stool was under him. He folded onto it like an accordion. "Jimmy? Jimmy, are you alright?" His father's voice seemed distant, as if he was speaking through a pillow. He tr...
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