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I felt like if I revealed any of my vulnerabilities, she would deem me a giant girl mess that she didn't have time to clean up. But herein lies the problem with inauthenticity: People can smell your bullsh*t.

I used to see Susan Sarandon in the elevator (She smiled at me once or twice).

Amber was the kind of put-together woman who had a membership to the Equinox in Greenwich Village, attended art galleries on the weekend and collected expensive coffee table books that she would "casually" scatter across her perfectly polished black lacquer coffee table.

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