She heard a slip of a song and knew he had written it -- or, if he hadn’t, which was much more likely to be the case, it was perhaps written ironically in his honor.
“And I’m writing a novel, cause it’s never been done before.”
Amazing. No surprise, perhaps, but the song is called “I’m writing a novel” and the artist is… she’d look it up later.
He was so vain, anyway, he probably thought every song was about him. Didn’t he? Didn’t he?
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