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place, so I figure him keeping me
company might be the best option.
He follows me into the kitchen and
stands against a counter. He looks
around the room, his eyes settling on my
laptop. “You said you were a writer?”
“Yes, I am.”
"I've been thinking about the crazed
fan idea, and I don't buy it, not with the
scarf."
