| Any similarities between certain
characters in this book and real people |
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| is due entirely to insight
into human nature." Gunther Strobbe |
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| I was an author, even if
that sounds ridiculous for an author. |
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| I was the author of
an unnoticed collection of poems |
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| published in the year blankety-blank
by a crummy publisher. |
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| As a result, I wasn't, in fact,
an author at all. |
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| From the publishers to which I'd sent
the manuscript of my latest masterpiece, |
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| all I received
were standard letters of rejection. |
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| What did they know? |
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| I had to write and I'd keep on writing
until I became an author. |
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| My day would come. |
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| It had to come. |
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| THE MISFORTUNATES |
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| I lived in a strange place. |
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| For God's sake, Dad! |
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| Sorry, son. |
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| A godforsaken hole where, once a year,
real men shaved their legs, |
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| dressed as women and then
partied for three days and three nights. |
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| There you are. |
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| Write those lines nicely, son. |
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| I was forced to forego
the annual purification ritual |
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