my first reality show
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I raced down the interstate at a speed that was much faster than what I normally would drive. All I could think of was how I wanted to put as much space between Los Angeles and me as I possibly could before stopping for the night. I had spent all day finishing up paperwork for the television show that I had worked on during the previous five weeks and was probably too tired to be driving ninety miles an hour at night.
But I didn’t care.
I wanted to get out of LA and back to the south as fast as I ...