So, this is what it’s like to breathe in hell.
Bird shit. Bird shit everywhere.
“You said car washes were a rip-off, Dad.”
"Codicil of My Ill Will," by Melanie Chartoff
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The Syllabus, Sisyphus and Us," by Robert Zaretsky
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"Rare Autograph & Interview," by David Conte
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I would probably do something like this if I liked the idea of having [more]