All three kids asleep
by eight: a first. Now what? I'm
lost, not used to this.
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she busts out with the self-effacing self-promotion
My memoir was panned by Kirkus Reviews! You know you want to find out why.
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- um, what?
- cringe along with me, if you please
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- letter to the subscriptions department
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- haiku haiku (very meta)
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- secret boyfriend #2
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2 comments:
open the whiskey
call Thunder From Down Under
a private revue
gyrating up, down
the living room furniture
caution: loose legos
i don't know how but
i'm gonna try to say: you
rock it, in haiku.
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