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"This was San
Francisco, you know, and everyone had some dumb idea -- I mean,
wicca? -- and no one there would tell you yours was doomed.
Thus the public nudity, and this ridiculous magazine, and the
Real World tryout, all this need, most of it disguised
by sneering, but all driven by a hyper-awareness of this window,
I guess a few years when your muscles are taut, coiled up and
vibrating."
--Dave Eggers. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering
Genius (2000).
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