Trek pushes a little further into the closet. There's not much elbow room. "So here's yer name, and goal and flaw. Erm, we already know yer name, right . . . you?" he asks, with an awkward smile. "Yer goal can be anything ye want to do. My goal is to get everyone that walks in here registered so I can sleep soundly at night. I hope yer goal is more interestin' than mine." Trek shifts away from you. "Yer flaw is somethin' yer not proud of. Somethin' that makes yer life harder. I know, I know; y'are 'perfect.' But write something there anyway. My sheet would look like this:"
Name: Trek Logre
Goal: get everyone registered. Or else.
Flaw: belly catches crumbs. I'm workin' on it!
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