The Unreliable Narrator Is A Wonder To Behold…
Just had a horrible thought.
My birthday is coming up (on the 28th) and I…I am no longer the cute kid in the Jets varsity jacket hanging out with Paul and chasing after Winnie Cooper.
I am old enough to be the narrator.
Damn son: it’s a Wonder how fast these Years go by.
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