"Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, or gluttoning on all, or all away,*" Autor says quietly, calling his food bag out of his sylladex. He rummages through it to find an apricot, and then returns the bag with the same couplet.
"That's not true at all," Autor says, watching the fruit in his hand. "You talk about your bonsai, or show me pictures, and study, and we eat together, and you smile when you ride on the carpet, and you shove yogurt in my face--none of that hurts me. You make me laugh and keep me accountable. You're a fine friend, Miss Kuriyama."
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"That's not true at all," Autor says, watching the fruit in his hand. "You talk about your bonsai, or show me pictures, and study, and we eat together, and you smile when you ride on the carpet, and you shove yogurt in my face--none of that hurts me. You make me laugh and keep me accountable. You're a fine friend, Miss Kuriyama."
*Shakespeare, Sonnet 75