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My radio was playing, and Angel was on my mind. Sammy Schultz and me were stacking hay down on the Harper place.
Fuck, I can’t stand when I
slice a grapefruit to an uneven
split. For this small fault, I’m cursing
myself even while I. . .
It feels sadder when a black person says Nigga
Because it sounds like Nigger. It feels sadder
When a brother or. . .
In The Irishman, mob opulence is eclipsed by ugliness.
My boyfriend left me abruptly a few months ago and immediately got a new girlfriend.
How the state has tried and failed to criminalize solidarity in the borderlands