It was only 11pm, but it felt like 2am. The night air was too cold to sit in, and the blankets were to over heated to be under. James covered himself with the sheet and walked to his desk. He sat down in his leather chair, it sank low as he sat. His fingers rhythmically tapped on the keys, but he wasn't typing. He was only thinking. He'd been sleeping for 3 hours, but was woken up by his thoughts. Something was there, in his mind, but it was hiding.
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Stupid Valentine's Day
RandomActor James Franco has no trouble finding love, but the love everyone expects is only a one night stand. James is on the road to settling down. While teaching at NYU, James is impressed by a top screen-play writer from Maine, named Lily. Both not fi...
