I was minding my business at Pillow when laptopless poet Stacey-Ann Chin of Def Poetry Jam fame needed to check her email. You are guessing correctly that I obliged her polite plea to do so on my laptop. But I doubt you guessed what followed: she proceeded to offer me an autographed advance copy of her new book "The Other Side of Paradise". The first line? "The front of the car was not designed for having sex."

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