As any of my regular readers know, I like to experiment with my storytelling. This is supposed to be a 'quick wank.' I'm trying to improve and diversify as a storyteller. This is a major departure from my normal 'slow burn' style. I couldn't think of a good name for the story. I just went with the working title. Sorry.
As always, this is just fiction. And, constructive criticism is welcome.
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Evan sits on the couch quietly watching the movie with his parents. His father is in his customary chair. Next to an end table holding nine empty beer bottles. His mother on the opposite end of the couch from Evan.
The spy thriller is boring the s**t out of both Evan and Marie. He's seen it over twenty times, and she just can't get into all of the fighting.
