My friend, Tess Rafferty, put out a great piece yesterday about things not remaining perfect. I read it half an hour ago and now I want to write about things not staying perfect. So I will.
If my Grandma has any spectral presence in this world anymore, she is mad at me. Not super mad. I’d like to think that being dead for 15 years has made her pretty mel…
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