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A disgusting little story for these disgusting times
This week I’m guilt-shopping for a spring coat for my 10-year-old because the one she already owns, a blue and white fleece, is lying dead on the sidewalk in front of our apartment and is covered - I can explain - in vomit but also covered, inexplicably, in egg shells.
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