Not only have Wil Wheaton and CSI stolen my appearance, but Penn Jillette has seen into my very soul, into the innermost secrets of my person.
He was reading everything Kurt Vonnegut wrote and eating a lot of candy...Really nothing but candy. For the last six months, he ate nothing but candy: not a French fry, not a grape.
That's from Penn's novel Sock. How does he see into me like that?
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