"I climbed into bed. A writer never finish...
"I climbed into bed. A writer never finishes a story, Flaubert once wrote, he only abandons it. I closed my eyes and listened to the curtains flutter and the wild rush of wind through the trees - the dry, rustling sound it made - wondering if it would rain. I lay there thinking of Jay until I fell asleep."
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