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March 22, 2005
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So...you're writing for McSweeney's now?
Posted by: dave zacuto | March 22, 2005 at 11:39 PM
That's between me and my confessor.
Posted by: ben wolfson | March 23, 2005 at 07:13 AM
Well, you basically give yourself away.
Posted by: dave zacuto | March 26, 2005 at 10:43 AM