Chapter 4

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October 14, 1997

Dear Tim,

I feel like a coward writing this instead of saying good-bye in person, but the one thing I’ve learned in the past month is that all my good intentions go out the window when I’m in your presence. Moving away was supposed to make it easier, but it turns out the joke is on me. It introduced me to enough people for me to discover that you really are one in a million. If I want to move on, I’m going to have to meet a million and one guys to beat those odds.