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"
Thanks
.
"
"
Many
great
artists
have
stayed
in
1010
.
"
He
walked
us
over
to
the
tiny
elevator
.
"
The
reading
’
s
at
8
.
I
’
ll
pick
you
up
at
7
:
30
.
We
’
ve
been
sold
out
for
two
weeks
.
We
’
re
selling
some
standing
-
room
tickets
but
we
’
ve
got
to
be
careful
because
of
the
fire
department
.
"
"
Marshall
,
where
’
s
the
nearest
liquor
store
?
"
"
Downstairs
and
take
a
right
.
"
We
said
goodbye
to
Marshall
and
took
the
elevator
up
.
It
was
hot
that
night
at
the
reading
,
which
was
to
be
held
at
St
.
Mark
’
s
Church
.
Tammie
and
I
sat
in
what
was
used
as
the
dressing
room
.
Tammie
found
a
full
-
length
mirror
leaning
against
the
wall
and
began
combing
her
hair
.
Marshall
took
me
out
in
back
of
the
church
.
They
had
a
burial
ground
back
there
.
Little
cement
tombstones
sat
on
the
earth
and
carved
on
the
tombstones
were
inscriptions
.
Marshall
walked
me
around
and
showed
me
the
inscriptions
.
I
always
got
nervous
before
a
reading
,
very
tense
and
unhappy
.
I
almost
always
vomited
.
Then
I
did
.
I
vomited
on
one
of
the
graves
.
"
You
just
vomited
on
Peter
Stuyvesant
,
"
Marshall
said
.
I
walked
back
into
the
dressing
room
.
Tammie
was
still
looking
at
herself
in
the
mirror
.
She
looked
at
her
face
and
her
body
,
but
mostly
she
was
worried
about
her
hair
.
She
piled
it
on
top
of
her
head
,
looked
at
it
that
way
and
then
let
it
fall
back
down
.
