A USELESS LOVE STORY
On a canal boat moored outside a tube station, we sat on our sore vaginas and contemplated a Christmas card written to “Daddy”
Kate Spicer says Sort Yourself Out
eu·pho·ri·a (yū-fōr'ē-ă), 1. A feeling of well-being. 2. The pleasure state induced by a drug or substance of abuse.
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