You still reached out and grasped my index finger, despite shrugging me off
the entire time.
A small (hopeful) prelude of the years
to come.
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I start a sentence, delete it, think half of a thought, hate it, rage at my own incapacity then eyeroll at the narcissism of being upset abo...
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1. I can only write in manifesto form right now because I feel like I hate everything. Or rather, that amongst my emotions, the dominant o...
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I got a work email earlier this week exhorting us to celebrate the good news that my employer just received its largest ever capital fund do...
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