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I used to talk for a living. Well, kind of. Being a staff writer for the Observer-Reporter or any media outlet requires lots of talking. Interviews are like a game of 20 Questions that, when done well, naturally evolve into what the interviewer hopes is pleasant conversation. My job was to ...
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