My professor is submitting my story Mismatched Socks to the second volume of & or Ampersand, the undergrad publication of the best works in Creative Writing in UP.

It's a story I shirk away from. That, dealing with autism and ADHD. The story is the embellished autistic side of myself.XD Wrote it under four hours just for the grade when, alas, my prof picked it out from the dozens of stories produced in creative writing class. Shows how sucky fiction crap students produce. But I dunno, I dunno what to make of it. It's just one of those whimsies that happen random like the collision of two galaxies each with a swirling black hole at the center which sucks each other's star stuff out of existence. The cosmic orgy 69. If String Theory is correct, them star stuff are spit out at the other end of those black holes, the white holes, which governs the theory of the Big Bang.

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