"I feel like sometimes saying, 'I can't go on.'" I say to Chung Tzu.
Chung Tzu looks up at me and smiles a knowing smile, like it was a joke.
Bill Shakespeare comes in, papers and books sliding out of his arms and going all over the couch and the floor. He leaves everything askew and he sits on the couch, his feet on the coffee table.
"Need an idea quick on a new drama I gotta write."
"Ask him!" says Chung Tzu, pointing.
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Irvine
Jan 2013
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