I was into LaLa Land big-time. My roommate was the daughter of a producer whose movie had made a hundred million dollars the summer before (she was hardly the postman's daughter, in other words) and her family simply loved me because, well, compared to Morning (I swear that was her name; can you imagine?), I knew how to behave and they knew their daughter. In other words, I started to move in a very fast, very rich crowd. But still, you know what? I never did more than kiss another boy (or man) for the duration of my relationship with Doug. I would say no to more than a few beers, violently
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