Forty

 Peggy,

    And no, I am not a player. I let M know about her, besides, you know she is also married with kids. Just nice to reach back to her. Back then, I never had the courage to let her know, thank her for her kindness. Didn't seem the manly thing to do... back then.

    I work at a book store, so yes, I will see your book before we actually put in on the shelf, helps to be friends with the boss. Oh, I pay for whatever I get. I never was very good a being a thief, if you'll recall. We don't sell a lot of poetry, like all stores, but we do keep more than most. Let me know if you do the signing circuit, maybe we could book you. Did I mention she is an artist? 

    Do you remember a camping trip a few of us went on, I want to say it was just after graduation, when kids are between lives? 

    It is difficult for me to describe her. I'll try next time.

    

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