What I wanted to try didn't feel like it was going to work. Shouldn't be a problem, and I should be able to write around it, but lost yesterday coming to that conclusion. Here's a bit from the scratch pad:
My name is Abraham Xavier Chauser, I’m eleven years old, and my father is a space alien. I’m not sure if that makes me a space alien or not. But things have been really weird ever since dad stopped working for Uncle Dorian and moved back east. I had to change schools and everything.
How do I know my father’s a space alien?
Word Count: 63
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