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I was at Barnes and Noble recently wandering around for an hour trying to find something that would change my life keep me busy for a night or two. I bought some things I figured I would: Franny and Zooey and Still Life With Woodpecker. So predictable. On my way out I noticed a book with cheesy cover-art: Love is a Mix Tape. I flipped through it and every chapter begins with a mix tape track list. The music on the mixes is killer, so I bought it. It turns out to be this tragic love story, a book written by a man for his wife. He loves her, they are happy, she dies. It's awful, sad as hell and had me in tears at the stupid laundromat. It's all beside the point though, alright? Here's the thing: that man and his wife were incredible together. Be incredible with me. Just don't die.