it was a carefully selected book, you know,
since he reads voraciously and he may have read it.
I wrapped it in a rush before dinner, along with another
book that he would perhaps scoff at about careers
and life, but I'm his mother, I can give him these things.
he'd read the book, and loved it, and offered it to me
to read first, then he would read it again and we'd
talk. that works for me, I am his mother and I
am always happy to find common ground with this
young man who towers over me, on his way to
interview for his first real job, carrying this book
I gave him that perhaps he will read on the plane.
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