"Don't laugh. What I miss most is talking to you. I imagine running into you in a busy market, even though I don't go to the market. And we decide to have lunch and we talk over magaritas; and then we walk back to where you are staying and we talk some more, and we talk in the hotel lobby and we keep talking until the moon is high in the sky and the bellhops change shifts and the night manager kicks us out.
I want to talk to you but I don't have the slightest idea what we would have to say...."
- Mercy
By Jodi Picoult
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