18 years ago, I was the girl with the bad attitude, ruling a bookstore from the basement. You bought some books and applied for a job because you were new to the city. I may have seen you then, but was too young and easily distracted. I have seen you since, and am always, always thinking of your face, scruffy and boyish, and your skater-like walk. I have a plan to make up for those 18 years. Join me?