Everyman Atlas

Everyman Atlas     You think, “I can’t do it, what if they hate me? I think, in-utero, my mother hated me I was raped, age 4, by a janitor, keys jangling. I am wrangling back my query to the apathetic, ethnically-ambiguous 7-11 cashier, “Please, just tell me who I am!” On and on you [...]

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