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428 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 15, 2020
“He came to her room every night.
Not that I was keeping tabs or anything.
I was just in the neighborhood when it happened.
And by in “the neighborhood,” I mean in her hallway, lurking.
And by “in her hallway, lurking,” I mean clearly I needed professional help, an intervention, and a fucking life. I found myself standing behind a Louise Bourgeois statue for hours daily, waiting like some kind of a rabid Belieber.”
"The Magic Is Gone"
"Any last words?”
“I…” he started.
“Kidding. I don’t give a fuck"
He let out a long-suffering sigh. “This thing between
us…” He motioned with his hand. “It’s like a failed organ transplant"