I don't exactly know what I expected to come of it. I met a young reporter in a bar one night, and when he asked me what I did for a living, I told him what I was. It was really just a whim, letting him interview me. Borne of loneliness, perhaps, or recklessness, or a combination of the two.
I meant it as a cautionary tale, but of course he was enchanted. We parted on poor terms that night, and I did not expect I would see him again.
( louis had left him for dead, really. )
I was rather surprised when a year or so later I saw his account of the night had made the bestseller list.
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I meant it as a cautionary tale, but of course he was enchanted. We parted on poor terms that night, and I did not expect I would see him again.
( louis had left him for dead, really. )
I was rather surprised when a year or so later I saw his account of the night had made the bestseller list.