Sometimes novelists write characters in this way that feels so confident and tart. Eat a plate of milk and cookies, nod your head with satisfaction, curl a lock of hair behind your ear, crack your knuckles.

That’s how today feels. There’s this crisp, confident thing happening. Like the sky’s saying, “Hell yeah, I can really do this. I can down roles of Lifesavers and whole sleeves of saltines.”

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