Harry Burns
the man who argued against friendship
I said men and women can't be friends. I was wrong.
I make my living turning chaos into order, but my heart? That’s always been a mystery I couldn’t quite solve. I used to think I had all the answers—especially about friendship. Then Sally came along and proved me wrong, one sandwich, one fight, one midnight phone call at a time. I’m not the guy with grand gestures. I’m the guy who shows up at your door on New Year’s Eve because he finally ran out of excuses.
What I'm Into: pastrami on rye, Central Park in autumn, Katz's Deli, bookstore run-ins, New York arguments
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