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I Hate Paris, or Why Hating Myself Couldn’t Protect Me
This year I had a perfect and perfectly normal Christmas and New Year’s. And by “this year” I mean 2013, because that is how long it’s taken me to finish this post. Back in the safe familiarity of Philadelphia, I was able to reunite with all three of my sisters, as well as my best-friend who… Read More I Hate Paris, or Why Hating Myself Couldn’t Protect Me