"I'll miss you, Adrian."
He touches my face gently with his fingertips and says, "You can't fire me. I quit." But he says it in the saddest voice possible and I love him with a flash that's deep and unmistakable. Each person you love leaves his or her own stain, and the way you remember him is like a smell, a taste, a color--indescribable but distinct.
Sunday, December 6, 2015
The Future for Curious People - Pg 6
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