”He starts flipping through it.“The company is yours to run as you see fit, but you would be foolish not to consider these people. The ones with a...terisks by their name, you have to do your best to try and hire. I have given you instructions regarding the fields they need to work in, and some of it doesn’t make sense. All I can say is trust me. They will work out.”They were all-stars in their field in my first life. I want to give them similar experiences to what they had in the other timeline. ‘Tell me about yourself,’ he said, a little surly. ‘Well I’m forty-two and own the Kate Wright Dance Studio. I suppose you’ll want to know my statistics?’ ‘Twenty-four, thirty-six, forty-eight.’ She whacked his ear and he howled with pain and pulled the car out of a swerve. ‘Don’t be rude,’ she scolded. ‘That was awful of you to say that. I’m proud of my body.’ ‘Yeah well I would be too if I were female with a body like yours. Your look real cute and unbelievably good for a woman of your age,. I wanted to look nice." I'm sure you did." I did. And it was fun." So what else have you been up to?" I asked. She told me about her job, and about her decision to go back to school. We talked for a little while longer, catching each other up on our lives. Then she told me how some of our former classmates were doing. I smiled. While it was interesting, I realized that I didn't really consider them friends anymore. Not now that I knew how deep a friendship could really be."So," she asked. "What. When my search was over, I discovered a desolate void between new "classics". Yeah I know those voids don't last that long but try telling an addict like me. I became grateful for the old "classics", re-reading my favorite stories kept the walls of the void from closing in.Every night, like my poor fellow addicted kinsmen, I could be found at my computer gleaning through new stories. We are constantly searching for that new "classic", always hoping to find one, bringing relief to the drought of.