Thanks for all those suggestions you erudite motherfuckers. I’m going to need a little time to go through the comments again and pick a book (and a winner). I’m exhausted. Cutting deals. Crafting editorial letters. Reviewing royalty statements. Judging jackets. Dinner with rock stars. Slipping into a coma on Metronorth. Is Jimmy Fallon cute or is he the kid in the third row who always kept looking back at the kids in the last row and encouraging them with weak laughter? I’ve been an agent for twelve years. If this were the program I’d get some badass coin andf tell my tale at a meeting where the folding chairs scuff the linoleum and the basket we use for collecting donations is made out of synthetic wicker.
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