I don’t know whether to laugh or scream. Laugh? I guess? I mean, I know I shouldn’t take it seriously. Right? I shouldn’t. I mean, I’ve been stalking this idea of being a novelist for oh, twenty-five years, and I shouldn’t take a fortune cookie seriously.
And yet.
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