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Will you get the door?
I got it.
Oh.
Let's try the other side.
Oh!
Oh no!
[pages fluttering]
My book!
Oh, no.
I can't believe they flew so far.
Why do you still print your pages?
Seems a little outdated, doesn't it?
Hey!
I use 100% post-consumer recycled paper, chlorine free.
OK, buddy?
Yeah, I just don't see the need for it.
I don't know, it's just something romantic,
you know, having a hard copy.
And I can easily skim through it and make changes and notes.
Maybe it reminds me of when my mom would write her books,
and I would sneak in and read them.
I guess that's a good reason.
I'm jealous of the relationship you have with your parents.
And the whole writing thing?
My grandpa, he didn't want me to be a writer.
He said it wasn't practical.
Yeah, well, that's not uncommon.
I hear that a lot at writer's workshops.
And, to be honest, you know, some writers could
use their parents' advice.
But you?
You're a great writer.
Thank you.
Well, you know, this was my mom's
favorite spot to write on the property,
her own little secret garden.
It's beautiful.
Yeah.
When I was little, she used to say that if you listen closely
enough, you can hear the little woodland creatures and fairies.
And they will give you magical ideas for free.
And so I would be out here waiting for hours, listening.
But sometimes-- sometimes--
I thought I could hear them.
Did she have, like, a place she sat?
Oh, yeah.
There's a rocking bench there and a little tea
table there and a little bird feeder and water feeder there.
Yeah.
What happened to it?
I don't know.
I-- I guess it just got old, you know?
My dad replaced it.
I think it hurt him to come out here.
So he prefers the lakeside, where we spread her ashes.
You know, it's crazy to think that fairies
and woodland critters are responsible for the books we've
come to love over the years.
[heavy footsteps]
Yoo-hoo!
Hello, you two.
[awkward laughter]
Oh.
Hmm.
What is up?
Uh, oh.
Oh, this-- my book just flew all over the place,
and he was helping me get it.
It was quite the ordeal.
Oh.
[laughs] Well, I have to say, this
is just such a cozy, little, cute
snow angel chalet out here.
You know, I am just going to slay those Prancer
fireside poem vibes, OK?
Oh.
And did you two finish your short stories?
I did.
I did, like a fox to your inbox.
What?
Oh.
Oh?
So yeah, I was just going to take a long walk.
Anybody-- anybody want to join me?
Actually, we have to get a basket to the kids in town,
so--
Oh.
We probably should get going.
Oh, yeah.
I'm going to take the basket to the car.
OK.
Where did you leave it?
There.
OK.
[polite laughter]
Well.
[laughs] Actually--
He is single, right?
Uh.
[sucks teeth] Hmm.
I don't know.
Hmm?
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