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joseph bono, text, blaze, gotham comedy club, 1999, eminem, associate programs, chileanspanish, how i met your mother television show, james v. christy, inside my head, regional internet registry, church, s, original reporting, santo domingo, 8 mile, david steinberg, magazine, russell, british columbia, afiliate, cook and moore,
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And you think about the album girls, probably named Michelle or Brittany or Jessica, how they are running headlong into this glass wall called love, and would you warn them, album you ask yourself, if one of them happened to ask your opinion. An American suburban teenager asking for an opinion about love from someone whose accent reminds them of a shopkeeper on The Simpsons. Duh! But then this teenager could choose to have her filters turned off. She might listen. Because unfiltered is rough and coarse and ultimately closer to the real album thing. You sleep in on Sunday. The hissing and steaming thing behind the counter must still be hissing and steaming, and you wonder where the bugs go in the daytime, when the mornings come shrink-wrapped in California sunshine. The hours when you are wowing the suits at work, when the kids are at chemistry class, when a grandfather is babysitting his only grandchild, while the father hops trains, while the wife-mother sweats under her jihab in a fragrant stall in the Valley.
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