Sitting on the bus, heading home, and weeping like a child. A woman sits down next to me -- she could be four years to either side of me, but we're close enough in age to have been at school together. Expression grave, she shows me her own copy of The Dark Tower; her bookmark is placed easily a hundred pages earlier in the book than mine is. She
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