“Mitchell?” Morrie says, reading from the attendance list. I raise a hand. “Do you prefer Mitch? Or is Mitchell better?” Mitch, I say. Mitch is what my friends called me.
“Well, Mitch it is then,” Morrie says, as if closing a deal. “And, Mitch?” “Yes?”
“I hope that one day you will think of me as your friend.”
— Jul 01, 2026 12:59AM
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