GET THIS WHILE IT’S STILL WARM…
Aug 13, 2020
2 minutes
PAUL RAMBALI
LAST NIGHT I had a dream. I was at a party. The music was loud, the light was sickly and in the air was the smell of swamp gas. But there was something not quite right.
I sidled up – cool as an ice-cube – to a cute little thing with a pair of luminous slacks and three eyes. “Hey, sister,”
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