Victoria Redel
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Marie Howe and I met to talk on a sweltering afternoon in a borrowed New York City apartment. I had sort of known Marie for years.
She is Pierre like my ass is Pierre. She is Pierre like this cell is the goddamn White House and I am just the First Lady sitting on my ass waiting for an iced tea.
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