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Chapter 2
It was the third day of the new year.
Alan stood in his kitchen, palms resting against the counter.
He was wondering if he felt any different, if . . .
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You can't really learn fron books,
You can infer from them.
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In Alan's opinion he had done everything he didn't want to regret not doing.
And life owed it to him to make things happen in turn.
He tore off a corner of the plastic and took out a macaroon.
In the exact words of the man at the checkout, they tasted like 'little lumps of fairy shit'.
Alan stood in his kitchen, palms resting against the counter.
He was wondering if he felt any different, if . . .
*
You can't really learn fron books,
You can infer from them.
*
In Alan's opinion he had done everything he didn't want to regret not doing.
And life owed it to him to make things happen in turn.
He tore off a corner of the plastic and took out a macaroon.
In the exact words of the man at the checkout, they tasted like 'little lumps of fairy shit'.