Birth, Death, and Being a Hipster Snob
A high school friend’s husband died Saturday night. It stinks. I didn’t know him well, and I’d only seen my friend a few times in the last ten years. They’d been married for three months. And it just stinks. That is such an inadequate word, but I don’t know what else to say. This week […]
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