By the time I portrayed Dolly Parton in the fifth-grade variety show, I could ride a headstrong pony through a green pasture.
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Will You Please Allow Me to Apologize, Please?
I’m sorry that I always preferred art to entertainment.
I’m sorry that after everything—everything—I, too, was disappointing.
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Thank You All for Your Helpful Opinions
Ben would never hurt me.
He is a birdwatcher. He is a liar.
He is a violinist. He is a thief.