“He’s the neighbor I was telling you about. I’ve only spoken to him three or four times. He wears his heart on his sleeve. Never seen anything like it.” “You can say that again,” she said. “I’ll be off then. Can you call me?” What a shock. For a brief moment, no more than a second or two, I was unable to breathe. “Yes,” I said. “I can.” When, shortly afterward, I stopped at the top of the hill and saw the town beneath me, my feeling of happiness was so ecstatic that I didn’t know how I would be able to make it home, sit there and write, eat, or sleep. But the world is constructed in such a way
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