Dad on Sunday night: "Why did you finish your book so fast? It is like going to the beach and reading your book on the first day. What do you have left?"
Me on Sunday night: "Don't be silly. I can re-read."
Dad: "Not the same."
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it was an evil catch-22. If you took to long to read you'd learn about the book from someone else. But now it's over. And not just over for this book, but over for ALL of the books. forever.
I feel like I've lost a best friend. I'm in mourning. And the worst thing is, I killed Harry myself.
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