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“Moving heavy objects allowed me to feel manly in the eyes of other men. With the women it didn't matter, but I enjoyed subtly intimidating the guys with bad backs who thought they were helping out by telling us how to pack the truck. The thinking was that because we were furniture movers, we obviously weren't too bright. In addition to being strong and stupid, we were also thought of as dangerous. It might have been an old story to Patrick and the others, but I got a kick out of being mistaken as volatile. All I had to do was throw down my dolly with a little extra force, and a bossy customer would say, "Let's just all calm down and try to work this out.”

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Me Talk Pretty One Day

In this collection of essays, David Sedaris delves into his personal anecdotes and observations, often with a focus on his struggles with language and communication. The essays are characterized by their wit and self-deprecating humor, offering readers a glimpse into the author's life and his unique perspective on the world. more

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David Sedaris
David Sedaris

David Sedaris, born on December 26, 1956, is an American humorist. His works are known for their unique sense of humor and profound insights into everyday life. Sedaris' writing often takes the form of memoir, narrating his personal experiences and observations. more

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