Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Sexy GPT.

Mission control.

Crashpad.

This time, it’s personal.

Yeah, I know. Two entires in a row with Salon links. It’s so 1999. But trust me. What this guy is saying is absolutely vital.

Just ask my mom.

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