In the midst of all my stamping and breaking, I was besotted by a Where's Waldo? In Hollywood book. I mean, where is Waldo? Does he honestly think he's being fair, hiding 3/4s of his body behind a wagon, fifteen people in togas, and a canopy? Does he feel that his floating, bespectacled head attached to a sliver of red-and-white striped encased
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