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I tell the truth. I make believe. What do I make? I really don’t know how to tell you. Stories are how I survive. Sometimes this feels crazy, and I am driven to make tangible things I can touch. Like pie. And sparkling gas ranges. Wait, you probably don’t want to touch those.

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