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A moment of self-admiration.
I’m announcing auditions for my school of paparazzi journalism — I’ll teach how to properly churn out tabloid press and blow gossip up with a fan.
With undisguised curiosity I watch the “competitors.” How clumsily they savor the amorous details, how timidly they inflate intrigues, and how cautious they are where it’s long past time to make a sensation.
I watch. I read. I compare.
Suck-ups.
And I understand. There’s no equal to me in this business.
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