Hemingway implores the kid, as he calls him, to think of a number between one and ten.
Six, replies the kid.
With a pen, Hem begins writing on a small white cocktail napkin.
Finished, he slides it over the smooth bar to his friend, a complete story in only six words.
His words?
"Baby shoes. Never worn. Brand new."
Genius.
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