Dear Wigleaf, Thirty-five! Tragic. We were SO full of promise! I know I owe you money, but I'm sitting here, two blocks from the house in the no-truth-no-beauty part of the suburbs, food deserts as-far-as-I-can-see-with-death-hurtling-towards-me-from-all-directions, just like— Body-hanging-from-an-exposed-joist-hewn-from-reclaimed-and-sustainable-dutch-elm emoji! Big white car phone with big backlit buttons here! HUME! And it WAS Hume. I hope it keeps you warmer than it's kept me. S - - -
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