This is how I found them. With their hands linked together and smiles drawn upon their faces. An aspiring writer, a budding artist, a mute astronomer and a monochromatic chef.
Because sometimes all you need is a couple of guys who understand you and deeply value you for who you are.
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YOU ARE READING
We The Misfits
Short StoryIn which, you have: • A monochromatic chef ("You forgot to mention hot.") • A confused artist ("I'm like the fucking Picasso in the group.") • A mute astronomer ("...") • A fragile homosexual ("With great makeup sense!") ...
