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Aimee Chambers

Dear Love,

What a tangled web we weave. Humanity. Perspective. Priorities. Politics.

Before you came to my house to watch the results roll in, I made dinner by myself in the kitchen. I stood over the stove stirring a pot and realized that this could be a real thing — a thing that actually happens. It was a moment of disbelief, knowing, knowing in my bones, but simultaneously not knowing at all how it had come to this.

Dirty Martini

Dear everyone (of every gender, skin tone, bodily arrangement, assignment given or achieved in the Universe known or unknown in perpetuity now and in the hereafter),

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