This time NOT referring to that wretched book by Alice Hoffman that made me want to scratch out my eyeballs. (Incidentally, EJ, that book we saw the other day was by Alice Sebold, who wrote The Lovely Bones, so it might actually be awesome.)
This time, I am referring to me.
I have been taking a long, honest look at myself lately, at the way that I
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