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I still believe in you, as a writer, but the only stuff we ever had in common doesn’t travel very far.””What stuff is that?” he’d asked her.”We’re completely at ease being naked in front of strangers and total fuckheads”, she’d told him. Maybe that’s part of what being a writer entails, Danny Baciagalupo found himself thinking on that rainy spring night in Iowa city.