Almost any age is better than twenty-two. — David Rakoff, Fraud: Essays
Almost any age is better than twenty-two. — David Rakoff, Fraud: Essays
Almost any age is better than twenty-two. — David Rakoff, Fraud: Essays
Almost any age is better than twenty-two. — David Rakoff, Fraud: Essays
Almost any age is better than twenty-two. — David Rakoff, Fraud: Essays
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Almost any age is better than twenty-two.

— David Rakoff, Fraud: Essays
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