He echos, “The one I started?” I throw a look over my shoulder, frowning. “They’re all about my coat guy. I’m an obsessive writer who can easily put down twenty thousand words in a day. And I had no idea who he was. So I just kept writing and rewriting the moments after in new ways until I’d filled too many notebooks with nothing close to who he probably is.” “What would you do if you could meet him again?” Levi asks, taking his place when I miss the five again. I toy with the sleeve of my coat and think about that long, dark hair, that chest I fell into, the way he was awkward and almost shy
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