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With Girlfriends Like These

Historically humans can be known by their latrines, traced by the detritus in their wake, Calomel at abandoned campsites, Dr. Rush’s little pills. Fish, eggs, garlic, the homeless in the dumpsters, about as obnoxious as Fordyce spots. Mithras wearing surgical … Continue reading

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