The Traveler (Part 10)

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Love, Mom

The Traveler,

He claimed his named was Brandon and that he was a writer, I scoped his breach, he indeed had a journal, soft written, hard to write in the cold, fingers freeze easy

A writer and a photographer, photojournalist to be exact, I unwieldy stated the same, my youth was full of surprises but at else, my craft was kept secret.

This intrigued me even more than his penis, or his brain, now I turn to my watch 10:10 almost off, the birds are singing heavily in the night air, the air was so cold my hair would freeze in the morning before school.

After I interviewed him further, I deemed him to be a straight male, 35, alcoholic, yet intellectually inclined enough to have a night out with me and the homies.

Kole wanted facts, Leo men are so demanding, And the truth laid sweet on his lips, punching me in the face after getting tatted?

Certain words should never be said to someone who has been to prison

Eyes warming up a bit now, I think he thinks he is going to get lucky.

Or is it just me?

Now the temperature was negative 2 windchill who bothers to care, windchill is what gets you anyhow. The last thing I remember was his hands turned the most fable like blue.