The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
November 12, 2004


The sound of Manolo's new slippers on the hardwood floor has become too much. How do you confront so proud a man about his footwear? It's been quite a while since we faced off in the racquetball court. Maybe I'll get him to wager his slippers and then "forget" them at the Sally Army. Anyway, Constance and I had a wonderful dinner last night at place with a name that escapes me just now on Wilshire in Santa Monica. My man in Japan just notified me about an interesting new apricot-cranberry extraction. It's about as big as things get over there. That is to say it's in all the vending machines. Getting cranberries this time of year should be about as easy has returning Manolo's ceiling serve.

[signed] Nick

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