Instead, I talked about my favorite line in the story: the one where the guy realized that all parties were the same. You were always just stuck in a room while drunk people said the same things over and over, “as if you were sitting in a madhouse or a prison.” “That’s such a great description of what unrequited love feels like,” Leonard agreed. I had never heard anyone say the word “unrequited,” and hadn’t realized it was pronounced that way, or that it was something Leonard had experienced. “Or not necessarily unrequited, but just not going the way you want it to.” Gazing into the distance,
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