It's sitting there, on the table. Raggedly bound in what looks like used to be brown leather, wrapped with rubber bands, frayed papers sticking out from between the pages. A circle stained into the cover from a Starbucks cup. A ball-point pen smashed into its binding, barely holding on. Someone's secrets lay just inside, their innermost thoughts revealed. And it is there, all by itself. No old-fashioned diary lock, no new-fangled password protection.
Don't you just want to take a peek?
Here, says Mark Schultz, walking over and placing it into your hand. Go ahead. Read it. Better yet, l... read more.