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His father, Vincent, took him to La Coupole in Paris and, after sitting on the terrace for a while, walked off and forgot him. It was the perfect start in life for a writer. |
His father, Vincent, took him to La Coupole in Paris and, after sitting on the terrace for a while, walked off and forgot him. It was the perfect start in life for a writer. |
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I noticed I had developed a fantasy about myself as a writer as opposed to actually doing it [so] I finally summoned up the bad taste to move to Los Angeles. |
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