“I am entering my slut era,” I whisper to myself as I wake up in the same pair of black leggings and “What Would Dolly Parton Do” t-shirt I’ve been wearing the past three days, my hair unwashed. My dog sniffs me in concern. My cat eyes me wondering if today is the day he finally gets to nibble my necrotic corpse. My kids have taken to begging me to show…
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