In the fifth grade I wrote a story and colored a picture of Flat Stanley that won my family a trip to Italy.
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My family told me I'd be a writer someday.
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I told them that wasn't a real job.

So here I am, eating my words,
and hoping you buy my words.
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So I can eat.
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A proud supporter of America, re-racking your weights, and the oxford comma.