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Here’s a strange convention of magazine journalism: In a story about someone famous, the writer often begins by describing the first meeting at a restaurant—what they ate, how they played with their food or scarfed it down, what nervous chit-chat the writer or star made. That kind of thing.
So, in that spirit, I’ll tell you that I first met Sarah Green for lunch at a honky-tonk in my hometown of Austin called the Broken Spoke. All I knew about her was that she was friends with one of my husband’s pals in Massachusetts, and that she was in the film business and was in town with her fiancé, a musician, for something related to SXSW, the big digital/film/music festival that happens here every March.
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