We're too young to reason, too old to dream

Another ficlette. We're still in 1991, though I don't think we'll stay there much longer. Table is here.

( 096. Writer's Choice: Hands )

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You know, when you put on your audition sheet that you live over an hour out of town and you don't drive, there should be more than, eight hours warning about a mandatory cast meeting.

Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

ETA: Thought I should put something positive...I'll be getting paid more come February. Up from 6.50 something to 10.00. Yays.