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A guest-post from a woman in Brooklyn, posted with permission. Note, pseudonym "goes-fast" because she talks a-mile-a-minute, not because she's "fast" in the dating sense. And, she's married. So you can relax, you reprobates!
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# On Pies, and Why I Throw Them, and Why I Like Getting Hit With Them More [Guest Post]
*Posted by goes-fast -- Tuesday, late*
I had a thing happen thi... Read
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