Addicted
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" It was five years ago when I first saw him; he was sitting on a park bench in the middle of the afternoon. The perfect image of imperfection." My name is Stephen King; and I'm addicted.
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Years ago, as strangers we sat on a bench in the park. We agreed on the beauty of the weather and I proudly, but lacking true confidence, told you of my aspirations to be a writer. You smiled whistfully and began to talk, fated to tell me the journey of your life prior to that moment. So many times throughout your reminiscings, in a sad voice you said, "but no one believed me." Through my tears and adminration for all you endured I vowed to give credence to your testimony. You smiled and nodded, your eyes pleading for successs, but also offering absolution because I had listened. Then you walked away. Forgive me for neglecting my role. I feared I wouldn't do you justice but, finally, here it is. I hope that you find it. I pray that it brings you the warmth of truth now that it's been exposed to the light.
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