To write a short story, you have to be able to stay up all night.
Armor is heavy, yet it is a proud burden, and a man standeth straight in it.
Hello, Bradley,' said Mom. She'd regained her composure after my outburst, and now raised her camera. 'Stand close. ' 'No, Mom,' I said. 'No pictures. ' 'But you're friend's here now,' she said, waving us together. 'Smile!' 'I don't need a picture with-' the flash snapped '-another guy. That's great, Mom, thank you. Send that one to Dad and tell him we're going steady.