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* A New Collection

The AC in my shitty little apartment had been broken for some weeks now, and today's afternoon heat was turning the place into a sauna.

I was sitting on the edge of my unmade bed in just an old tank top and tiny cotton shorts, fanning myself with a notebook while staring at the stack of bills on the kitchen counter.

Two months behind on rent and my parents had cut me off completely after I switched majors, "You're a woman now" they said.

Every time Mr. Reynolds call
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