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One woman threw up after she slept with him. Another accused him of rape. The widow of a poet he'd betrayed crashed in his motel room, who knows why. A year later he described her in a story as boring & fat.

A snapshot of him at fourteen, scowling on the beach, wearing a suit & tie. His nose pitted, his skin like oatmeal, he looks like a formal monster. Who would love a face like that? I imagine him writing his first poem.

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