He doesn't know I exist.
I've never even seen him. Or a picture of him. He tweets points of grammar (English usage) in Hulk-talk.
I will distinguish myself from his thousands of other followers by sending him material from the menus of well-known restaurants and from over-written, under-edited catalogs. Oh, J.Peterman, where are you, now that I need you?
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