There I am, minding my own business, trying to work. And all that's going to hell because I am deeply, deeply, inexorably, dangerously and incontroveribly under the sway of Olaf.
Olaf makes me feel inadequate. I Am Idiot Screenwriter Also -- but nowhere does my ambition or talent rival that of Olaf, or touch the naked drama of his saga with Trixie.
Go. Go you lucky people. Feast on Olaf.
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