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Well, I supposed I just read that entire Wells Tower book while I was on the plane. I liked it but y'know that thing where you read a whole book of short stories in a sitting or one day and they all start, like, just seeming like the writer is connecting the short story dots? Like, in this one there was a sick moose, was the interesting thing, and in this one it was a kid almost getting called out by a cop for faking an illness, and while those were supposed to be the Interesting Things, they didn't actually seem that interesting, because by gorging myself on this one author's work, I've made myself all jaded to its charms? I had that thing happen. Also I got up really early so paying attention was hard to do.