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Bergen reminded me about the upcoming deadline and I told him to make like his bowling pitch and split. The fellow was a real pain and he never ceased to remind me that in fact I worked for him, that in fact I was a boozy writer, and that in fact he was never a fan of me submitting any piece which contained the words, “in fact.”
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