The Conspiration of the Universe

Chapter 29

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He had changed his clothes with red-orange checker polo and black slacks. Now, he looked like more of a typical writer. Though, his house was cleaner and more organized as I thought it would not be. I always have imagined a writer’s house filled with cluttered papers that flew across the room’s floor that came from an old reliable typewriter that would be haphazardly on a wooden table with a desk lamp and more papers. But there was this thing that I haven’t imagined, being in the house of my hero, Andrew Bautista. Okay, I would be such a geek if I say “my hero” but he kindda was. He had written books that I could relate to, that when I remember quotes from it, it would make me feel inspired, blessed and satisfied. Once, I remember having an epiphany that the book he h