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Saturday, October 22, 2022

That was New York, though.

My kindergarten-aged inner child is looking forward to the day when you expect your friends to care about the very tan-skinned kid at daycare who chose me to be his friend since I seemed nice, I guess, and the babysitter who probably didn't want to be earning money by watching other people's kids was always scapegoating him.

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