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2 weeks ago |
self.com | Danielle Pergament |James Emmerman
I’m interviewing Olivia Munn tomorrow. I texted a friend. Don’t you know her? He texted back in seconds: We aren’t in touch now but worked/socialized back in the day. I genuinely liked her. She was smart, nice, didn’t take herself too seriously. We’d run into each other at big parties and take a breather and make fun of this person or that. Three grey dots.
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2 weeks ago |
yahoo.com | Danielle Pergament
I’m interviewing Olivia Munn tomorrow. I texted a friend. Don’t you know her? He texted back in seconds: We aren’t in touch now but worked/socialized back in the day. I genuinely liked her. She was smart, nice, didn’t take herself too seriously. We’d run into each other at big parties and take a breather and make fun of this person or that. Three grey dots.
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1 month ago |
sandiegouniontribune.com | Danielle Pergament
By Danielle PergamentFor The New York Times“Pachamama,” said our guide, Orlando Condori. He tilted his glass, pouring some blush-colored wine onto the parched sand. “Sí, la Pachamama!” said everyone else, doing the same. They looked at me. “Pachamama!” I said as I poured half my drink into the earth. I had no idea what I was doing or why I was doing it, but I did it. It was a shame. I’d been enjoying the rosé. Then again, it wasn’t the worst idea — I was lightheaded.
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1 month ago |
infobae.com | Danielle Pergament
"Pachamama", dijo nuestro guía, Orlando Condori. Inclinó su copa y vertió un poco de vino del color del rubor sobre la arena reseca. "¡Sí, la Pachamama!", exclamaron los demás, e hicieron lo mismo. Me miraron. "¡Pachamama!", pronuncié mientras vertía la mitad de mi bebida en la tierra. No tenía idea de qué estaba haciendo ni por qué, pero lo hice. Fue una pena. Estaba disfrutando ese vino rosado. Por otra parte, no fue la peor idea: ya estaba mareada. Tan mareada que tuve que volver a sentarme.
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1 month ago |
es-us.vida-estilo.yahoo.com | Danielle Pergament
“Pachamama”, dijo nuestro guía, Orlando Condori. Inclinó su copa y vertió un poco de vino del color del rubor sobre la arena reseca. “¡Sí, la Pachamama!”, exclamaron los demás, e hicieron lo mismo. Me miraron. “¡Pachamama!”, pronuncié mientras vertía la mitad de mi bebida en la tierra. No tenía idea de qué estaba haciendo ni por qué, pero lo hice. Fue una pena. Estaba disfrutando ese vino rosado. Por otra parte, no fue la peor idea: ya estaba mareada. Tan mareada que tuve que volver a sentarme.
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