
MY FRIEND & I BET ON WHICH OF US WOULD LIVE LONGER — YEARS LATER, HE INVITED ME TO A REUNION BUT NEVER SHOWED UP.
I unfolded the note, hands slightly trembling. Jake’s handwriting was the same—sharp, a little rushed, like he had a million thoughts racing ahead of his pen. Paul, If you’re reading …
MY FRIEND & I BET ON WHICH OF US WOULD LIVE LONGER — YEARS LATER, HE INVITED ME TO A REUNION BUT NEVER SHOWED UP. Read More