Did you finish yours, Kota?""Working on it now, Actually.""How's it going?"He sat up, turning in his chair and holding up his notebook. "I don't know. What rhymes with formaldehyde?"My eyes widened. Gabriel laughed, rubbing his fingers against his forehead. "Dude, what kind of poem are you writing?"Kota blinked at us. "It's about a doctor.""Does the doctor fall in love?" Gabriel asked."No.""Does someone die?""Not in the story, technically.""What does he do?""He performs an autopsy.
-C.L. Stone
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