My vagina can crack the walnuts in my knees.
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I’m oddly superstitious, by which I mean I’m superstitious about odd things, like red cars, green motorcycles, & numbers, like eight. I hate eights. This week, I turned 58.
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I never knew what that meant, a particular age. Then I got there, to that…
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Tommy died of old age, and that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We’re supposed…
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It is entirely within the realm of possibility that a person would, at 53, have…
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