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The next afternoon at three, Henri and Bear showed up at the café for our fundraising meeting, and they had prepared.
“I made a couple of calls this morning, and while I haven’t committed to anything, I wonder how you’d feel about having John Green come and speak about his experience of writing The Fault In Our Stars and his own views on death and dying,” Bear said as nonchalantly as if he’d just asked me if I liked the old weather.
I stared at my friend for a long moment before I could speak. “John Green? The author John Green? Maybe the most popular young adult author in the country, John Green?” I looked at Henri, and she nodded with a sly grin as she twisted one of her dreadlocks around and around her finger.
“I met him a few years back through work.” I knew better than to ask fo
