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        Can the best-selling, anxious, overrated, vulgar, talented, burned-out author &lt;i&gt;Help&lt;/i&gt; herself?
            by Wyatt Williams
            KATHRYN STOCKETT, carrying a bottle of wine in her purse, arrives alone at a Persian restaurant on Peachtree Street, slips her petite frame between the cramped tables, and sits with careful poise on the long expanse of black leather below the restaurant&#039;s plate glass windows. Despite the old, Southern heat bearing down on the pavement outside, the Chardonnay&#039;s still cold when she pulls it from her purse.&hellip;
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