Just a part-time aspiring author currently working remote as a pilot, and hoping to finally unleash the millions of stories that play on repeat in my head every single day. 



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We are the failed and awkward high-five. We are the stutter of avoiding dance on the sidewalk between two strangers. We are the goodbye between two people who are going the same way; forced to talk to each other moments more despite having bid fond farewells. We are the awful moment in the elevator when neither one wants to make eye contact. We are a failure to ignite. A dud. Dead on arrival. Is there another way? It wasn't always this way.