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An open letter to a woman who disappeared.

It’s 1933 in the US. But our Kristallnacht is less than five years off.

An HR briefing for my new intern

My new slutty admin needs a work plan.

To whom would you send a gallon of cow shit?

Things get off to a great start.

I do love me a good gift bag. And I made me some. (Seven!)

The evening begins to merge into a haze of sex — but I remember what matters.

Your ass makes my heart hurt. I meant it.