You wouldn’t steal a person.

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Yesterday, walking home from the gym, I spotted an older (maybe) woman waiting to cross the road. A mass of silver-grey hair, a long black coat, bright red ankle boots.

“She’s going in my book,” I told my 15yo.

Him: “What?”

“That woman! She looked amazing. I’ve been trying to think of how to describe a character and she’s… oh no, wait. She’s actually that other woman I saw here ages ago. The woman on the bike in shorts and leg-warmers.”

Him: “You can’t just steal a person and put them in your book!”

Me: “I totally can.”

Him: “Wow.”