Sometimes I Think, I Can See You Sun, 22 Sep, 2013 02:38 PM PDT
On Thursday, I was a poet. A poet who supported herself by waiting tables at Applebee's and whose love for Jay-Z was rivaled only by an obsession with Public Enemy. I came from Indiana, where my grandparents still live, on a farm. I had a sister who was always setting me up on blind dates and al...
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