Day 79

You’re the nicest person I have met in a long time. You’re as familiar as I am with speaking to strangers and you know just what to do. You are hunched in your shoulders, have tightly cropped hair. A gentle voice, a gentle manner. You and I are early for the meeting, but you were the one who walked mistakenly into the wrong room. You are like me, except male, thirty years older, more eager. I can tell you’re a writer and one of the good ones. Your mind ticks, a clock of academic knowledge. I bring you strong coffee.

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