Like winter and warmth
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Hi, friends.I’m writing this from Oklahoma City, from my old bedroom in my mother’s house, where I used to, as a teenager, write gushy poems about 18-year-old boys with sideburns. I had a real thing for 18-year-old boys with sideburns. I don’t anymore.I now have a thing for whiskey-soaked dark chocolate Bundt cakes. They hold their liquor better. Among other things.I can’t talk for long today,
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