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Liar, liar. Oh yes, here I go..

Everyone lies. This I know. I’ve lied to my mother countless times about not being home when she calls for the bajillionth time but…

Borderline Voyeurism…

The joys of being hacked. I’m serious, there are a few.   Once upon a time, a very misanthropic writer was told by an…

Where does the love go?

Is there a box or a compartment to file I loved and still love after a breakup? I’ve always wondered where the love I’m…