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I remember working at the duplicating office at college and talking to one of my co-workers about how I was so gullible that I believed nearly anything anyone told me and how this prevented me from being cool.“In my little high school crew I was like Vern from ‘Stand By Me’—my big round face was always lit up with awe at whatever nutso shit my homegirls said.”“You’re lucky,” he said, in his slow,