My optimism about all things, if examined closely, is pathological.
Thank God.
This broken part of my brain comes from too scary a place to think much about— having to do with Daddys, drugs, and hamming it up to make sure everyone’s happy—but, like many unexpected turns of fate since my own family and I relocated to California, it’s turned out that the m…
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