And why do you do it?

Did you spend your entire day, writing about someone else?

Their biography, if you may.

And you your surprise, and amazement, did they see it?

Did they not like it?

You invaded their privacy by knowing. Not just by knowing. By showing.

Without permission. That’s a sin for two, if you may.

And did they tell you to burn it, or else?

What do you do?

And what would you have done if you were them?

And what would they have done if they were you?

Did you burn it all in the flames?

Did you remember silly games?

Do you still remember more, but fear it will burn if you let it matter?

Should you hide them from themselves?

Just who do you think you are, mister?

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(Dedicated to Matthew. You don't know me, and I hardly know you,

but in abstract ways, you set me on the path to writing this book.)