Donna

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I always knew in a shadowy part of my heart that I wasn’t meant to be on SNL. I felt like an impostor. It was slightly excruciating, like I was on a sports team but sat on the bench week after week, watching people do what I so desperately wanted to be doing. I felt like I had been invited to a party where everyone knows each other but the host doesn’t bother introducing you.
The Wreckage of My Presence: Essays
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