Paul in particular was a crucible, because the story is vacuum-sealed inside his head and he’s in virtually relentless agony. He was cathartic to write, because his pain and rage came from such a real and visceral place for me, but for that same reason he was absolutely exhausting. Julian’s story was rough for different reasons—he just wears it well, and Paul himself doesn’t notice as much as the reader might.

Four houses on your left, the boxy white one trimmed in turquoise, that’s my place. Wagging his index finger in the direction of my chest he popped, Little chilly? I play for the other team. Downshifting his voice, as though right out of a movie, he added, I’m Jake, your welcoming committee. A swing in the back yard under a shady oak tree makes up for the frontal ugly of my house

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Paul in particular was a crucible, because the story is vacuum-sealed inside his head and he’s in virtually relentless agony. He was cathartic to write, because his pain and rage came from such a real and visceral place for me, but for that same reason he was absolutely exhausting. Julian’s story was rough for different reasons—he just wears it well, and Paul himself doesn’t notice as much as the reader might.

Four houses on your left, the boxy white one trimmed in turquoise, that’s my place. Wagging his index finger in the direction of my chest he popped, Little chilly? I play for the other team. Downshifting his voice, as though right out of a movie, he added, I’m Jake, your welcoming committee. A swing in the back yard under a shady oak tree makes up for the frontal ugly of my house

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Paul in particular was a crucible, because the story is vacuum-sealed inside his head and he’s in virtually relentless agony. He was cathartic to write, because his pain and rage came from such a real and visceral place for me, but for that same reason he was absolutely exhausting. Julian’s story was rough for different reasons—he just wears it well, and Paul himself doesn’t notice as much as the reader might.

Four houses on your left, the boxy white one trimmed in turquoise, that’s my place. Wagging his index finger in the direction of my chest he popped, Little chilly? I play for the other team. Downshifting his voice, as though right out of a movie, he added, I’m Jake, your welcoming committee. A swing in the back yard under a shady oak tree makes up for the frontal ugly of my house

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Paul in particular was a crucible, because the story is vacuum-sealed inside his head and he’s in virtually relentless agony. He was cathartic to write, because his pain and rage came from such a real and visceral place for me, but for that same reason he was absolutely exhausting. Julian’s story was rough for different reasons—he just wears it well, and Paul himself doesn’t notice as much as the reader might.

Four houses on your left, the boxy white one trimmed in turquoise, that’s my place. Wagging his index finger in the direction of my chest he popped, Little chilly? I play for the other team. Downshifting his voice, as though right out of a movie, he added, I’m Jake, your welcoming committee. A swing in the back yard under a shady oak tree makes up for the frontal ugly of my house

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Paul in particular was a crucible, because the story is vacuum-sealed inside his head and he’s in virtually relentless agony. He was cathartic to write, because his pain and rage came from such a real and visceral place for me, but for that same reason he was absolutely exhausting. Julian’s story was rough for different reasons—he just wears it well, and Paul himself doesn’t notice as much as the reader might.

Four houses on your left, the boxy white one trimmed in turquoise, that’s my place. Wagging his index finger in the direction of my chest he popped, Little chilly? I play for the other team. Downshifting his voice, as though right out of a movie, he added, I’m Jake, your welcoming committee. A swing in the back yard under a shady oak tree makes up for the frontal ugly of my house

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