In a Manhattan bookstore, I stood around with a perplexed look on my face. In my arms, were two books that I’d convinced myself to buy, while there in my mind was the knowing desire for one more. It was one that my best friend had recommended and assured me was brilliant. In fact, we had slated time in the near future, to read all said parts of this little novel, and I relished the amount of laughter I knew that’d bring. Ultimately, I was convinced of our magic.
Ten minutes later, I called and made him explain what I already was aware of. It was nice to hear his voice swing up all enthusiastically, even when I could tell he was something soft and tired. Before we said goodbye and delivered our typical “I love you’s” though, something in the gut screamed murder.
I’m going to see this kid at the end of the month, and I couldn’t be happier.
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