Award shows. Glamourous people. Happy, excited people. Happy until the awards are given out. Then three-quarters of those at the event become glum, while the other quarter are striving to appear gracious. Seated next to me was one of four nominees for Best Poetry Collection. To put together his tuxedo, Daniel had bought a second-hand jacket that came cl…
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