It’s Tuesday night and I’m home, listening to a song on repeat while I read a book about women writers and being single. I’ve been bouncing back and forth between reading and an IM exchange with my friend, pulling in bits from what I’m reading and connecting them to ongoing conversations about dating and friendship and relationships. We get sidetracked into a quick discussion about Harry Potter (Harry Potter is always an acceptable bird walk, no matter the conversation) because she’s finally made it to book six and I have book seven ready to lend.

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