Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Homeless.

Free Art Books!

Lakebed.

Daughters of Darkness.

Bing!

Dragonlance.

Bringing it on.

This made me weepy. (But in a good way.)

This, though? This made me cheer.

(While I’m at it, Barry makes a good point about post-noting the fourteenth amendment.)

Send flowers. (Did you know you could send flowers? I’m getting weepy again.)

update— More cheering!

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Helen O'Loy.

White apron.

StatusGPT.

Lorde.

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