543 Day Writing Journey

Heavenly Conceit Rant. Day 87.

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Sammy and I were talking about Roger the other day, and my vanity kicked in, again.

“I hope when I get to heaven, I’m not too old for him,” I said. Roger was 36 when he died. I’m 47 now.

“I think you get to choose how you look,” said Sammy.

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