One of his poems reminded me of the story
you wrote about the cat, "Found but lost."
I can't believe that you remember that.
I always thought it was about Ali.
Well, it was, I just didn't know
that when I was writing it.
Probably why it was so honest.
Hi. Um, can I get a cappuccino?
Could I actually get a refill, too?
That's always been what's tough for me,
writing a good story
before I can think my way out of it.
I get it.
It's like you wanna know the ending,
but you still wanna be surprised.
Yeah. I remember when I was little,
I'd always read the last page before...