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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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01.04.04, saturday night

So embarrassed of everything I've ever written that I don't even want to approach the novella. I just caught the first stupid paragraph in a stupid article I had to write last year; my cheeks are aflame. Trite and simple-minded. Oh well. It was all bullshit, marketing in disguise, and I'm glad I'm not working for that crazy snake-oil seller anymore. Run, don't even be polite, from loopy former Venezuelan oil construction heiresses who are fanatic about surfing, even if you're starving and need a gig.




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