There is a hint of cataclysm on the air.
A whiff of doom.
A bouquet of blight.
A spoor of ruination in the nose…
Yes, I fear, the desperate hunt for Grad School Recommendations has begun.
No one truly knows the nut behind a pen.
And there lies my problem… and the stank of calamity in the room.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe, the girl behind the stink
The Words & Madness of Chloe Stowe 