....they're all inanimate objects

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Graham had a typewriter for a while because it was retro and cool and for me it was a symbol of his focus. He had focus and ambition, that much was obvious even to me. His walls were covered in symbols of his focus, things like photographs of David Bowie and articles about certain writers and an award or two he had gotten for his work at the school newspaper. All of it had to do with his plans and dreams. My walls were not a connect-the-dots map. My walls were abstract. An award for a spelling bee, a few drawings I’d done, a movie poster or two, a photograph I’d taken with a grown up camera, a note to my mother from my first-grade teacher about how well I’d cared for my pea-plant at school and a calendar. None of it meant that much to me, and none of it gave me any clues about where I was going. When I was nine, Graham finished high school and he didn’t go to his prom because Mom was working all night and I was so sick that I almost Had to Go To The Hospital. Graham sat up with me while I vomited and cried and eventually I passed out and I think he watched b-movies on TV all night. Or maybe he read. That summer Graham got his first job, a coffee shop gig like he’d always wanted. It wasn’t more than three weeks after that, and he was telling us under his breath that the job wasn’t really all it was cracked up to be and not even that inspiring. I guess he thought writers were supposed to work at coffee shops. The coffee shop was pretty close to home so sometimes I would walk down there and sit around like a big kid at the counter and Graham always let me drink coffee. This was purely our secret because Mom thought you shouldn’t start drinking coffee until you were sixteen.

Normal people: I’m going on a cruise and then when I get back, my bf and I are going to take his hot sports car for a drive down the coast and spend a week somewhere sunny! Me: One time my character wore this really great outfit and everyone liked him.