By virtue of the alphabet, Bill Clinton and I were assigned rooms a few doors from each other at Georgetown. In the evenings, we began to haunt bookshops together, in search of thrillers.
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This is the strange and sad tale of a writer who couldn't fulfill his potential through legal means--and so started to copy from the best.
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