Yes I am,” Todd screams, “I am.

Yes I am,” Todd screams, “I am. I am dying. I’m alone and for me, alone is like fucking dying. Don’t you see that? I don’t have a blabby kid in kindergarten whose clever remarks I can share with my beautiful wife. I don’t. And this story? I didn’t sleep all night. I just lay in bed and thought: it’s almost here, my friend from Israel is about to throw me a lifeline, and I won’t be alone anymore. And while I’m taking comfort in that cheering thought, you’re sitting and writing a beautiful story.
"Todd" by Etgar Keret

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