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As they drove through town, uncle phil had a kind of "red rum" chill go through his spine. The same kind when he read high school lit shit like, "and then I smiled to myself!" Who the fuck smiles to himself? Gaybons, that's who!
Then he picked his nose. And that, my friend, is his deep, dark secret.
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I think the Apocalypse is happening all around us. We go on eating desserts and watching TV. I know I do. I wish we were more capable of sustained passion and sustained resistance. We should be screaming and what we do is gossip. -Lydia Millet
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