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I don't want to have to strain to pick the berries from your under-ripe bush. I want them to be so full of juice and nectar and desire...

I'm homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I feel it deep in my belly, churning with bile, "Go home." The sun is not enough here. It's...

"What do we tell our daughters?" "What do we tell our girls?" Your daughter has known since the first time she felt wandering eyes on her...