Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Charles W. Mills.

Bobbie McKee.

Zone of Habitation.

Our Americans.

“The police officers stepped out of the room for just a brief moment, just outside the door. And I told the physician like, ‘Hey, I work here, I’m a nurse here.’ And that shifted everything.” —OHSU nurse and volunteer medic Tyler Cox.

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That billboard.

Tea bag.

Sappho-an.

Red giant.

Kamikaze.

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