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All We Need Is A Hand
“This morning, I carried my packages down to the parking lot, still slick from the rain, and loaded them into the car. When I closed the trunk, I saw the white-haired woman who lives in our apartment complex. She stood…
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #39: The Baby Bird
Dear Sugar, WTF, WTF, WTF? I’m asking this question as it applies to everything every day. Best, WTF Dear WTF, My father’s father made me jack him off when I was three and four and five. I wasn’t any good…
