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Great, actually! I'm on break so I can't complain. I'm 'brainstorming', sorta. I need to write and so I'm sorting through my ideas so that I can actually get something started.
Steven Calhoun was in two places at once. The bottom-half of his body was lying beside the train tracks, while the top was found twenty feet away in the Stillwater’s lawn. Imagine Ned Stillwater’s surprise when he almost tripped over the remains of his best friend’s son. He had been on his way to work, his suit was beyond wrinkled, and the breakfast his wife, Blanche, had made him was making its way back through his esophagus and out of his mouth. Needless to say, Ned Stillwater didn’t go to work that day.