I am at a friend's house and see among the books her husband has checked out of the library, a book by a writer I admire. I didn't know this writer had a new book out and though I don't know this writer personally, I feel slighted, as if this writer should have contacted me because I get such a strong charge from this writer's work, that just holding her book makes me want to run home and write my own weird little stories which, if she knew, might make her feel just as slighted as I do when I discovered she published a new book without telling me.
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