When the party’s over

My goal with Instagram is to learn how to tell stories, even made up ones, in novel ways. I’m not there for the vanity. But if I can trick someone into reading a story with a picture, maybe there’s something to it.

This story has dyslexic errors but it’s not too bad. And drawn from real life but placed in a time before I was old enough to go to slumber parties. I never did like them very much. But fake nostalgia is something I like to play with.

My imagination is my best friend and companion this many years.

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