Today’s piece was written before I glued myself to my phone to monitor the fires in LA. It has already destroyed so much of what my life looked like there. Hang in there, Topanga.
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Something that endlessly bothers me is how few pictures Ben takes of me. He knows. We’ve talked about it a bunch. Ben’s argument is that I don’t like the photos he takes of me…
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