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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'.