When I grow up, I want to be Delilah. And don’t pretend like you don’t know who I’m talking about. Sure, you’ll be in your car, it’s late at night, and you’ll be flipping stations when huh, what’s this? A strange, seductively calm, charmingly sweet voice welcoming you to her show. Your show. And you know, somehow, that as impossible as it may
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