No. Not you. U. And I know nothing about Steven Singer. It’s the letter “U” I hate, Johnny Unitas, a truly great American, RIP, notwithstanding. I apologize to Johnny U. And uncles everywhere, of which I am one. Seven-Up, the Uncola. The Man from U.N.C.L.E. I don’t feel as guilty about the umbilical cord, Urban …

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