I got my hair cut a couple weeks ago. My barber finished and said my name when we said goodbye—and a guy in the shop overheard, and because my first name’s weird, he nervously asked if I was the same person, the same weirdly named person, who’d published a book recently that he’d enjoyed, he was an English…
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