ieve te comfortably - four people s and sipping coffee from Styrofoam cups doesnt constitute a media scrum. e all enjoyed though.

    It made me feel important, and it made t tre of a story. I smiled a lot, said Good morning to no one in particular, and batted one of t of th a briefcase.

    Is it true you tried to kill yourself? asked one particularly unattractive woman in a beige mac.

    I gestured at myself, in order to dratention to my superb pion.

    ell, if I did, I clearly made quite a mess of it, I said.

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