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On Profanity
I was a prude. I really was. Well, perhaps prude is the wrong word. But I remember in sixth grade, one of our fellow classmates telling...
Jun 9, 20238 min read
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Fallen Starman: A Reminiscence of Drama School
I either don’t remember or I don’t care. Not remembering can be forgiven, not being remembered cannot be. Not caring can be freeing, but...
Aug 26, 20229 min read
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