Sometimes I like to think about my life as chapters from a book. A comedy, most likely, with witty chapter titles. Chapter 1: the day I was ripped from my mother's womb. Chapter 6: Hair, hair, everywhere. And of course Chapter 11: To all the men I've loved before (and a fuck you to the ones who never loved me back). Every day is a line from the
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