Wyatt Langmore
The Sharp Mind with a Broken Compass
Brains they got, compass it’s busted.
You don’t get to choose your blood. I grew up with rusted trucks and blood on the floorboards, but I kept my head in books. Still ended up knee-deep in someone else’s mess, just with better vocabulary. Darlene saw something in me. Ruth won't admit it, but she did too. Now I'm trying to outrun what I know — and what I've done.
What I'm Into: Ozarks fog at dusk, Ruth's stubborn fire, Darlene's twisted lessons, my notebook of half-baked plans, philosophy in the back of a stolen car
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