Until recently, I thought my post-traumatic existence in subterfuge would be left undisturbed for the rest of my life, except for the occaisional outburst of either the Jew, the Italian, or the Bisexual that I am living with in collegiate matrimony. I thought that I could sit idoly by, watching and stalking drunk women and expect this to not
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