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I walk into the bookstore, and
Bronwyn smiles at me sadly. We have a
comfortable rule that we don't speak
about Chelsea, and it seems to work for
us. I grab a seat at my usual table with
my Starbucks. I set a second cup down
for Kurt. A few minutes before one,
Kurt walks into the store. He waves at
Bronwyn and makes his way over to my
table when he spots me. He's a tall,
gangly guy with too much brain and too
