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P.J. Patterson
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“Baggage? Who are you talking to? I am the Maharajah of baggage. I could fly to the moon and back and never have to do laundry.”
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“He suddenly felt like he was a thousand miles from Berkeley, in some kind of alternate reality where beautiful people sat sipping martinis at sunset and went to art shows and jogged along the waterfront and had casual sex with other martini-drinking beautiful people. A world where there were no Malibu Barbie beach houses and plastic dinosaurs to bang into in the night, no mismatched shoes five minutes before school, no debates about how all the bath water wound up on the bathroom floor or who let the dog chew up the couch cushions.”
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“Let’s face it, who would want to date him? He didn’t travel or sail or play tennis or hang out in hip cocktail lounges. He lived in the house he grew up in with two little kids and his Spanish housekeeper. He played pick-up basketball in the driveway with his best friend from high school.”
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“He suddenly felt like he was a thousand miles from Berkeley, in some kind of alternate reality where beautiful people sat sipping martinis at sunset and went to art shows and jogged along the waterfront and had casual sex with other martini-drinking beautiful people. A world where there were no Malibu Barbie beach houses and plastic dinosaurs to bang into in the night, no mismatched shoes five minutes before school, no debates about how all the bath water wound up on the bathroom floor or who let the dog chew up the couch cushions.”
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“Let’s face it, who would want to date him? He didn’t travel or sail or play tennis or hang out in hip cocktail lounges. He lived in the house he grew up in with two little kids and his Spanish housekeeper. He played pick-up basketball in the driveway with his best friend from high school.”
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“Baggage? Who are you talking to? I am the Maharajah of baggage. I could fly to the moon and back and never have to do laundry.”
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