All the beautiful waitresses existed like eternal responsibilities. — Spalding Gray, The Journals of Spalding Gray
All the beautiful waitresses existed like eternal responsibilities. — Spalding Gray, The Journals of Spalding Gray
All the beautiful waitresses existed like eternal responsibilities. — Spalding Gray, The Journals of Spalding Gray
All the beautiful waitresses existed like eternal responsibilities. — Spalding Gray, The Journals of Spalding Gray
All the beautiful waitresses existed like eternal responsibilities. — Spalding Gray, The Journals of Spalding Gray
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All the beautiful waitresses existed like eternal responsibilities.

— Spalding Gray, The Journals of Spalding Gray
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