You Found Me (101 page)

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Authors: Joel Cobbs

“I
d
u
nno
.
S
ee
m
e
d
li
k
e
a
g
oo
d
id
e
a
.

“Y
e
a
h
,
uh
-
huh
,
su
r
e
.
W
h
a
t
'
s
up
?”

“Y
o
u
a
s
ke
d
me
t
o
m
ee
t
yo
u
so
we
c
ou
ld
ge
t
r
e
ady
.

“I
a
s
ke
d
yo
u
t
o

Y
o
u
did
n
't
h
a
v
e
to.
” 
R
o
b
r
o
l
l
e
d
h
is
e
ye
s.
Th
i
s
w
as
n
o
th
i
n
g
ne
w,
bu
t
h
e
l
e
t
it
g
o
.


H
ar
h
a
r
.
A
ny
w
a
y
,
w
h
at
y
o
u
d
o
i
ng
?”


W
as
l
o
o
k
i
n
g
a
t
book
s.
T
r
y
i
n
g
t
o
r
e
m
e
m
be
r
w
h
ich
one
s
I
h
a
v
e
a
n
d
w
h
i
ch
I
d
on
'
t
.


Th
a
t
'
s
g
o
tt
a
b
e
h
a
r
d
.
H
a
v
i
n
g
c
l
o
se
t
o
th
r
e
e
o
r
f
o
u
r
m
i
l
li
on
s of
b
o
oks.”

 

“I
k
n
o
w. So
a
nnoy
i
n
g
.

S
h
e
s
aw
h
is
b
a
g
.

W
h
at
did
yo
u
f
i
n
d?”


O
h
.
M
o
r
e
s
ho
t
g
l
a
ss
e
s.
T
r
y
i
n
g
no
t
t
o
spen
d
t
o
o
m
u
ch
s
i
n
ce there's
gonna
be
a lot
in
New Yo
r
k
.”

 


Goo
d
th
i
nk
i
ng.

The
y
w
a
l
ke
d a
r
oun
d
th
e s
to
re a l
i
tt
le l
ong
e
r
.

------

T
h
e
y
s
at
in
th
e
c
on
c
ou
r
se
a
n
d
w
ai
te
d
o
n
the
ir
s
e
c
t
i
o
n
t
o
b
e
c
a
l
l
e
d.
T
h
e
y
w
e
r
e
i
n
s
e
a
t
s
r
i
gh
t
nex
t
t
o
e
ach
oth
e
r
,
th
o
ug
h
t
h
e
y
h
ad
en
d
e
d
u
p
i
n
t
wo
diff
e
r
en
t
s
e
c
t
i
on
s.
S
h
e
w
ou
ld
b
e
c
a
ll
e
d
f
i
r
s
t
, f
o
l
l
o
w
e
d
b
y
h
im.
The
y
h
ad
j
u
st
s
t
ar
te
d
th
e
bo
a
r
di
n
g
p
r
o
c
e
ss,
w
i
t
h
F
i
r
st
C
l
a
ss
a
n
d
a
n
y
p
a
ss
en
g
e
r
s
n
e
e
di
n
g
a
s
s
i
st
a
n
ce
fi
r
s
t
.

“I
ho
p
e
D
ad
i
s
d
o
i
n
g
w
e
ll
.


I
'm
s
u
r
e
h
e
i
s.
H
e
s
oun
d
e
d
r
e
a
lly
ho
m
es
ic
k
,
tho
u
gh.

“I
b
e
t
.
He
's
bee
n
g
o
n
e
a
g
oo
d w
h
il
e
.
C
a
n
't
w
a
it
t
o
s
e
e
h
im
.
” “Y
e
a
h
,

sh
e
s
aid
te
a
si
ng
l
y
,
“me
e
i
the
r
.

R
o
b
r
o
ll
e
d
h
is
e
y
e
s. “I
h
a
v
e
n
o
d
oub
t
.

H
e
s
m
i
l
e
d
.

C
h
a
pt
er
Fi
f
t
een

Th
is
w
as
a
nn
o
y
i
ng
.
I
h
a
te
d
si
tt
i
n
g
i
n
a
c
h
a
ir
wi
t
h
s
o
m
eo
n
e
expe
c
t
i
n
g
me
t
o
j
u
st
sp
i
l
l
my
gut
s
t
o
h
im.
I
w
a
sn
't
a
bou
t
t
o
s
ay
a
n
y
th
i
n
g
t
o
D
r
.
O
'
N
a
s
s
is.
H
e
did
n
't
w
a
n
t
u
s
t
o
b
e

bu
ddi
e
s”;
h
e
j
u
st
w
a
nte
d
me
t
o
b
e
hone
st
w
i
t
h
h
im
a
b
o
u
t
w
h
at
I
w
as
d
o
i
n
g
a
n
d
w
h
at
w
as
go
i
n
g
o
n
in
my
l
i
f
e
.
I
d
id
n
't
wa
n
t
t
o
te
ll
h
im
a
nyth
i
n
g
.
I
t
did
n
't
m
a
k
e
s
en
s
e
.
I
kno
w
w
h
a
t
's
go
i
n
g
o
n
i
n
my
l
ife
so
w
h
y
s
hou
ld
I
te
ll
h
im
a
n
y
th
i
ng
?
H
e
c
l
a
im
e
d it
w
ou
ld
he
lp m
e
,
bu
t I
c
a
n
't
s
e
e
ho
w.
M
y
l
ife
i
s
f
u
l
l
o
f
a
l
o
t
o
f
e
m
ot
i
on
s,
s
o
I
k
n
o
w
i
t
'
s
a
l
o
t
w
o
r
se
th
an
m
o
st
peop
l
e
's,
bu
t
i
t
'
s
a
l
so
a
l
o
t
bet
t
e
r
t
h
an
ot
h
e
r
s,
so
th
i
s
i
s
k
i
n
d
o
f
po
i
nt
l
es
s,
r
i
ght
?
H
e
did
n
't
a
g
r
e
e
w
i
t
h
m
e
.


No
,
R
o
b
,
i
t
'
s
no
t
po
i
nt
l
e
ss.
I
f
y
o
u
d
on
't d
e
a
l w
i
t
h
the
se
e
m
ot
i
on
s
i
n
a
s
a
fe
a
n
d
c
o
n
s
t
r
u
c
t
i
v
e
way
the
y
w
i
ll
s
t
a
r
t
t
o
c
on
s
u
me
yo
u
,
c
a
us
i
n
g
b
ad
th
i
ng
s
t
o
h
a
ppen.

B
ad
th
i
ng
s?
I
la
ughe
d
o
n
th
e
i
n
sid
e
.

D
o
y
o
u
u
n
d
e
r
s
t
a
n
d
w
h
at
I
'm
sa
y
i
ng
?”

“S
u
r
e

w
as
a
ll
I
s
a
id.
B
ig
m
i
s
t
a
ke
.

“Rob,” he said before sighing
.
“You
m
u
st
w
o
rk
w
i
t
h
m
e
.
I
f
you
'
r
e
j
u
st
he
re
t
o
b
e
he
re
th
an
y
o
u
c
an
g
o
a
he
ad
a
n
d
l
e
a
v
e
.
I
'
l
l
te
l
l
yo
u
r
D
ad
th
at
y
o
u
do
n
't
wa
n
t
t
o
do
th
i
s
a
n
d
th
at
w
i
l
l
b
e
th
e
en
d
o
f
i
t.


O
h
s
u
r
e
.
Th
a
t
'
l
l
b
e
th
e
en
d
o
f
i
t
f
o
r
yo
u
,
bu
t
no
t
m
e
.
L
i
s
te
n
,
yo
u
d
on
't
li
v
e
w
i
t
h
my
D
ad.
T
h
e
m
o
m
en
t
I
s
to
p
c
o
m
i
n
g
t
o
th
i
s
i
s
th
e
s
ame
m
o
m
en
t
my life
get
s
w
o
r
s
e
.
I
'm
no
t
gonn
a
g
o
ho
me
day
i
n
a
n
d
d
ay
out
,
l
i
sten
i
n
g
t
o
my
D
ad
l
e
c
t
u
r
e
me
o
n
w
h
at
I
'm
s
uppo
s
e
d
t
o
do
a
n
d
no
t
d
o
.
I
d
id
th
at
en
o
ug
h
w
i
t
h
Mo
m.
E
v
e
r
yth
i
n
g
I
did
did
n
't f
ee
l
l
i
k
e
it
w
a
s
e
n
oug
h
w
he
n
I
to
ld
he
r
.
'W
e
ll
yo
u
c
ou
ld'
v
e
d
on
e
th
is'
o
r
'
w
h
y
did
n
't
y
o
u
do
th
a
t
?'
w
a
s
a
l
l
s
h
e
e
v
e
r
g
a
v
e
m
e
.
D
o
y
o
u
r
e
a
l
ly
th
i
n
k
I
'm
a
bo
u
t
t
o
l
e
t
my
D
ad
do
th
at
t
o
m
e
?

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