Friday, February 26, 2021

Poetry Club


Really, we never cracked a book open. But Charles spoke about writing. Quint on the other hand had his eyes on him ... all the time. I really didn't have a chance. All I could do was listen.

Oh, the times we ate together were splendid. Yes, those two could cook. I guess they knew I was a starving student. But since hasn't been the same.

Although, Quint is always over at Charles. I don't know why I can't come over. It's not like I'm contagious. Guess, we might meet up in March. Doesn't look like they want anyone else in the club.


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