"Zach Sun."
The impatient tap of Mr. Thompson's fingers on his mahogany desk reminded Zach of Ace's metronome. Tap, tap, tap...
"Zachary."
The office had a rather small window, and the dull grey walls merely added to the prison-like effect. Throw in an angry bodyguard and put him in cliché orange overalls and there – he's a prisoner.
"Mr. Sun."
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Ghostly's rambles and/or daily journal entries. Now featuring poorly written universe details, story-lines, and character designs.
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I'm a grad student and shouldn't be online right now.
If you read this, please tell me to go work on my thesis.
I'm a grad student and shouldn't be online right now.
If you read this, please tell me to go work on my thesis.