talk_show
raze
i
spent
some
time
with
a
travel
phrase
book
when
i
was
in
italy
for
two
weeks
in
the
twelfth grade.
my
mind
taught
my
mouth
to
say
a
few
things
that
were
more
involved
than
the
usual niceties.
one
was
a
question
. "
excuse
me
,
miss
.
where
might
i
find
a
bandana
like
yours
?"
another
was
a
statement
. "
i
am
three
months
pregnant
.
this
nightgown
does
not
fit
me
."
long
after
what
little
i
knew
had
left
me
,
we
would
watch
maria
de filippi's
talk
show
and
try
to
work
out
the
bare
bones
of
what
was
being
said
without
any
subtitles
to
sweeten
the
deal
.
in
its
country
of
origin
this
stuff
was
seen
as
tabloid
trash
.
to
us
it
was
three
hours
and
twenty
minutes
of
mystery
and
wonder
.
these
were
parents
,
children
,
and
siblings
who
made
their
private
business
public.
they
wrote
letters
to
the
friends
and
family
and
former
lovers
they
hoped
to
reconnect
with
.
the
estranged
parties
sat
together
on
a
stage
,
separated
by
a
barrier
in
the
shape
of
an
envelope
.
there
were
rejections
and
reunions.
tears
and
spit
and
snot
and
nervous
smiles
.
and
sometimes
there
were
choreographed
dance
routines.
just
like
in
real_life
.
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