I’m married, but… You’re like my tribe or something. I love reading. I just had someone die, close to me. Here’s a picture of my twelve year old daughter doing gymnastics.
She’s lovely. Wow, that’s twelve?
I know.
She looks older.
She excused herself and poured more of the bottle of wine into her plastic Whole Foods Market cup. Disposing of the bottle in the recycle bin.
You seemed offended.
I did? I’ve got some work I’m here to do.
Right, sorry! Didn’t mean to bother you.
I gave you a book. I liked your story. I wish you well.
Do you come here often?
Not really. Once a month or something.
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