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FICTION
David Erlewine
My Night On Letterman
His eyes will glint and let me know he's bringing heat. "So, what will you tell your grand kids you did for a living?" He'll laugh and tap his pencil. Everyone will know where he's going. "I should clarify," he'll say. "You might have thousands of grandkids. What will you tell the ones you actually consider 'yours'?"
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