I was right on time. He was twenty minutes late. I waited. I was the one looking for a job and he was famous. He walked off the beach into the lobby of the hotel and somehow knew who I was, which was enough to make me giddy. He never apologized for being late and didn’t bother to explain. He shook my hand, looked me in the eye, then said he would go…
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