Carl Hiaasen has said he doesn’t have to make anything up. Having moved to Florida more than a decade ago, I can see why. My first impressions upon descending from Idaho’s high desert where I lived for a year and gave birth to my only child, and learning to live as a flatlander again included: OK, boob jobs are a common door prize at local night clubs. I didn’t enter the drawings. I prefer not having to negotiate a different center of gravity, among other things.
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