Where the heck is this coming from? I wanted to spend a little time fleshing out this story, but my mind is preoccupied with a scene of a brother who is imprisoned and his sister goes to visit him. Until I write this out, nothing else will come to me.
One other thing, sort of a side-note, is this interview I saw of Morrissey where he was asked about his creative process. He explained that he was not so intelligent or witty and not the mastermind, but rather the tool (my words not his) and things just fell into place.
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