Who?
Angourie Rice
"Still job hunting?"
My roommate, Angourie Rice, was hanging by the living room.

"Yeah," I said. "But three years as a hypnotist isn't qualified for much."
"I'm sure you'll find something," Angourie said. "You have a psych degree, right?"
I nodded.
"Well, why don't you get out your hypnosis kit and try it on me?"
That wasn't a bad idea. I got all my stuff and hypnotized Angourie using a metronome. As she sat there, entranced and swaying with the metronome, I wanted to do something with her...
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