"You seem to be struggling, having difficulty remembering what code you used." I had one of my books in front of me, I was dictating what was in the book to Donel who was on a type writer marking it down. I had gotten halfway through going at a decent clip but I was struggling with a sentence.
"Yeah I seemed to have switched it up mid sentence one second Donel." I hadn't actually used a code at all, tell you the truth my hand writing is just that awful. I was struggling to figure out what I had written because what was written didn't make any sense. Most of the book was a treatise on some economic whatever, I couldn't be assed to remember it (I wrote it down for a reason). But starting with the one sentence it appeared I started talking about something completely different. I don't remember writing this section at all, it was still very much my hand writing but now it was a different voice entirely. I cast a look at Donel and I noticed he seemed to be reading through what I had dictated and checking it for something. I didn't know what to tell him honestly, I was still inherently untrusting of anyone, but its not like he could have known the volume switched from an economic book to whatever madness it was that I had written down in some foreign voice.
"Anything I can do to help?" I contemplated keeping it to myself and making up something in its stead, but despite my epic bullshitting ability I decided against it.
"Look Donel we might have a problem." And thus began for things to take a turn for the weird, well weirder than randomly walking into a library and entering into an agreement to decipher my own hand writing for a man I barely know. Relatively weird is what I'm saying.
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