Dear Mr. VP,
Today in South Station, I found myself at the book stand.
I spent a long moment lingering over Omarosa’s book. Should I get it? Should I not? Do I care about what she reveals? Is this really how I wanted to spend a train ride?
No, I decided. I would rather wrestle with the MBTA WiFi and try to get some work done. Sorry, Omarosa. I’ll get it from the library.