Author of short story collection Cross-Eyed.
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We’re all as unique as blunt tip scissors can make us.
Nothing is quite as sacred as holey jeans.
When I took off my mask everyone recognized me
I’ve grown more lonely since they blocked up the rabbit hole.
They were brought together by a mutual hatred of bad storytelling.
Sometimes when I work in the music department I move all the Meryl Streep movies to the front.