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And to everybody you have ever met; who has ever shook your hand, who has ever brushed your hip or caught a strand of your hair with their static. To everybody who has ever heard your voice asking for the check, singing to the talk show themes, whispering excuse-me’s out of the church pew. To everybody who has seen you climb the subway stairs and to everyone who has seen you exiting the dressing room- a little frazzled and a little frizzy and a little worried about the cost. They don’t know how lucky they are.