When I read the novel “Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West,” I didn’t really like it. I kept thinking: “She’s not wicked.” Another few chapters later. “Still not wicked.” A few more chapters and I started sounding like George Costanza from Seinfeld: “Can we get some wicked over here? Waiting on wicked! Need some wicked here!” Alas, it never happened. Interpret as you will.
BILL
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