I don’t know what to say. I stare out at the park, dark trees tipped with snow. “I have to say, though, he sounds like he would’ve been a bad boyfriend without the book.” “Yeah, but your book helped him seem like a good boyfriend. And my friend Jada? She went to bed with a guy who did the jungle-kissing move and it was like, false advertising. Those are two women I personally know. I know you wrote it when you were twenty, but seriously?” I frown, confused. I think back on my state of mind when I wrote the book. The apartment above a grocer in Little Italy. What the hell was she doing reading
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