Dear Bill:
I came across national review in my doctor’s office. He’s a cheap s.o.b. when it comes to buying magazines for his waiting room, but not when the bill comes. He also makes you wait so long that it is easy to read all of his magazines, which is how I ended up reading yours. I liked what I read, although I couldn’t understand many of the words. 1 even took the magazine with me when I left—the doctor has overcharged me enough to pay for a lifetime subscription, which won’t be long if I keep going to him. (I would have ripped off an ashtray too, but they were tinfoil ones he had pinched from McDonald’s.)




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