I was early. I'm always much too early. I stood outside with a guitar slung over my shoulder. I was going to sing to Gwynneth Paltrow. The song I had prepared was silly. I thought about how much she'd laugh. How she'd touch my knee and say, "Oh Adam, you are one of the few!" I couldn't go wrong with this song. It had funny rhyming. I had
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