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“You could sell snake oil to a snake oil salesman." "I'm not sure that's how the saying goes." "I had to revise it to accurately reflect how good you are at your job.”

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“Is it possible you don’t have any pain receptors?” he hisses. “Not only possible but probable,” I reply. “I’ve been told I feel nothing.” Charlie frowns. “Whoever said that clearly only met Professional Nora.” “Most people do.” “Poor assholes,” he says, almost affectionately. The same voice in which he said Of course you did when I told him I met my agenting goals eight months early.”

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