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Wednesday, April 15, 2015. This is ridiculous, but it might help nonetheless. Tuesday, April 14, 2015. CLASS INTERVIEW WITH JOHN GALLAHER. The below interview took place via email a few weeks ago. Thank you to all who participated. And thanks to John G. for agreeing to do this interview. Which we had just read together in class. In The Little Book Of Guesses.
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