53 Is All There Is
Dispatch from New York City, where the World Was Supposed To Be Buried In Suffocating and Dangerous Amounts of Snow: There was supposed to be a blizzard. It snowed. Some. I wore boots. I had dinner. Macaroni. I walked home. I wish there were more. To report. Humor: Today I lost a bet. Otters do […]
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