Notes

She pushes the mints off of the bill towards me so that she can see how much is owed.
    "You don't want any?" I ask, popping one of the delicious candy rings into my mouth.
    "Nah, it's okay. I know how much you like them."
And in that one deft statement, I pause to be sentimental. It's really the smallest, simplest things that get me.
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It's interesting to ponder that one of my biggest fans is also one of my biggest foils. Aware of that audience member, it begs the question of whether I write to make them happy or sad.

Frankly, it doesn't matter to me. If you don't like me, don't read me. I'm good at telling stories, but I'm best at telling stories about the truth and we all know what the truth is capable of.