Little Lady Leader Learners’ Multi-Pitching Day Out

Someone cries like a baby while I’m cruxing. Luckily, it is not me, but an actual baby.

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College, both so recent and so long ago, it is as if it occurred in a bygone millennium.

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Music, or Tears

One of those days, those days, woke up with a knot in my stomach, a lump in my throat, a sinking sensation, a sense of foreboding. No particular reason, other than the days of my life, the horror of time, the relentlessness of selfhood, and the pointlessness of words, the futility of my efforts, the […]

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