Me without anyone else.
“I’m quitting,” you say. “I can’t believe how wasted I was.
This time, I’m really going to do it.”
And I tell you I’ll help. It’s almost a script at this point.
We stopped counting our relationship in dates (first date, second date, fifth date, seventh) and started counting it in months. That might have been the first true commitment, this shift in terminology. We never talked about it, but we were at a party
Among the novel's pleasures are micro-stories that speak volumes, reminiscent of Lydia Davis — Heller McAlpin, NPR.org