His internal editor screamed “no they were supposed to be playing with model trains. Like weird 55 year olds. Or cool 55 year olds who get way too into it so their sets are badass. It’s a sign of them turning into weird slash cool 55 year old men look I like model trains” and instead we got, well, Cocaine Stephen
This is how you end up writing about kids running a train on a girl to escape from an evil clown with a balloon.
His internal editor screamed “no they were supposed to be playing with model trains. Like weird 55 year olds. Or cool 55 year olds who get way too into it so their sets are badass. It’s a sign of them turning into weird slash cool 55 year old men look I like model trains” and instead we got, well, Cocaine Stephen