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When I met Zachary Leonard, it was through a mutual friend. At the time our friend worked for a since-closed pie shop in Denver, Colorado and it was at the bar there that we were first acquainted. I remember him hard at work typing on his laptop, a beer set in front of him, doing the familiar mental gymnastics that come with writing. I had come in to chat and luckily he welcomed a distraction in the form of my company, and I will always be grateful that he did. Almost immediately, it was clear to me that he was a storyteller. I remember sipping whiskey, my eyes wide open, in awe of some of the stories he told of his travels and his everyday life. Highlighting the chaos that can arise from the mundane and excitement of experiencing new places, he was the personification, for me, of what it meant to live a well-traveled, dramatic life, always prepared to keep on moving through hard times and never afraid to share.
A few years have passed now since that meeting, and I have come to hear so many more of Zachary’s stories, both real and imagined, and can not say how much of a pleasure it is to introduce this collection of them to you. I have heard what drives the ideas, discussed ways to develop them further, read drafts, and have been fortunate enough to be present for some of the events that inspired them. I can say, too, that this experience has truly helped me grow. Zachary’s words have given me an enhanced understanding of the depths that lie behind the tiny gestures and the nuances of our lives when they involve people that we love. We each, I believe, have a set of tiny somethings that mean the world to us, and you would be hard-pressed, reader, to finish this book without relating to it.
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“Yeah,” Becca said. “I have to go home and get ready for work, but I have a feeling you aren’t going to be too lonely.”
She was lying. Saturdays were Becca’s one day off from her serving job. I thought about challenging her, but decided I should take the opportunity to see what Harrison was really looking to get from me. I gave Becca a hug and a smirk and she was on her way.
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