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It was bizarre, four strangers who seemed to recognize each other, like we’d been friends before in a life forgotten.
Words are put down in solitude; there is a strange privacy to those disclosures. Time to get used to the revelation before readers are necessarily taken into your confidence.
For a moment, I languish in the childish fleeting pleasure of putting on new things for the first time.
When I’m an old lady, one shoulder will probably be lower than the other after a lifetime of lugging laptops like they are some portable life-support system—which perhaps they are.
We talk then about Stephen King and his books and the films made from them, what it would be like to be that iconic as a storyteller.
“Jesus at the wheel!”
“Who would have thought you’d meet someone wanted by the FBI in a library?”
New, but already beloved, wrapped in the excited crush of friendship’s beginning, untarnished by the annoyances, disappointments, and minor betrayals which come with the passing of time.
