“This one’s a misprint,” he whispered. “The queen’s eye is half a millimetre too low. Worth about eight dollars.”
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I’m thinking of a man in Nevada. He had seventeen wives, a bunker full of dried beans, and a belief system involving reptiles from the centre of the Earth. Classic Weird Weekends material. But at 2 a.m., after the cameras stopped rolling, he asked me if I wanted to see his stamp collection. “This one’s a misprint,” he whispered
It’s “How hard are you working to hide that you’re just like me?” “This one’s a misprint