Friends Like These: My Worldwide Quest To Find My Best Childhood Friends, Knock On Their Doors, And Ask Them To Come Out And Play - Plot & Excerpts
moment with Tarek was what came to define my trip to Berlin. I hadn’t planned that it would be such an important moment—I hadn’t even planned to say it at all. But I was glad I did. No matter how trivial or small that day must’ve seemed to Tarek, it was important to me. And it seemed just as important that Tarek should know that, too. I was happy as I rode the Heathrow Express back into London. And happy as I walked back into my house, to find Lizzie sitting in the garden. So happy that as I wandered up to her I started to serenade her with a song I’d learned on my way home. “Do you love me for my dough, ho?” I cheerfully sang. Lizzie looked slightly alarmed. “Sorry?” “Do you love me for my clothes, ho? Do you love me for my shows, ho?” “What is that you’re singing?” “I’m not sure what it’s called,”
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