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I need an entourage. I stopped at Starbucks before my presentation last week (which went well, by the way). There was a gentleman who had two women just following him around. They stood there while he ordered, then they followed him as he went out the door. They did not get drinks. I need peeps to follow me around and handle all the little things. People who will write down all the wonderful ideas I get, before I forget them. Want to join my entourage?
1 comment:
Dude, I want to be in your entourage, but can we call it a posse?
Sweetness!
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