i love you more than you know
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The Last Book I Loved: I Love You More Than You Know
I moved to New York City in July. I was unemployed, rejected from graduate school, and had $6.29 in my bank account. It seemed logical. I’d spent the last year incapable of making the transition from college to the “real…
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No Contact, Asshole!
The summer of 1990 was a bad one. It should have been a good one but it was a bad one. I’ve pulled a lot of stunts in my day, mostly of the sick sexual variety, but that summer I…