"Here," he says and plops down a manuscript. He has eyes so earnest they gleam like headlights on bright.
"I have written a screenplay."
And now, I think, is the time to run. To tell him I've got a train to catch, a job to do, a dog to walk, a hole I've got to crawl into — anything! For I fear his next words will be . . .
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