“My brother Thomas had a twisted sense of humor. I want a poem to read at his funeral—but can you write it in the style of Dr. Seuss? Oh, he’d have gotten a kick out of that.”
Laura is an absurdly friendly woman. She always makes me free hot chocolate. She is a self-proclaimed psychic and owns a coffee shop.
She also asked me to write the hardest thing I…
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