Pluto, you are out. Just like that. Heartless. As if none of us could relate to you— not quite big enough for our own britches, not pulling enough of our weight. You are not a survivor of this reality show. And now, the pejoratives: "dwarf," "outcast," the embarrassing "planette." You need some savvy PR, Pluto— an interview with Diane Sawyer,…
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