I cannot write acquaintances.
Don’t give me that “can do” crap either. The acquaintances gene is
missing from my authorial DNA. It’s science, ok?
Friends, enemies, lovers, exes, odd neighbors, endearingly whiney
coworkers, sinister baristas I’ve got covered. Passing acquaintances with no
color beyond their simple existence are way beyond my talents.
I think it’s important to recognize writerly faults. This is mine.
Deal… or I’ll send my sinister barista your way.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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