‘Too hard’, she said wearily, dropping the puzzle piece she was attempting to force into place and reeling drunkenly off. ‘Oh crap’, I thought. There’s something profoundly undignified about having a revelatory moment while squatting in a blanket fort propped up by the arm of a couch on one side and a windowsill on the other. The fort itself would not h…
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