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You’re feeling lonely so it’s time to go on a date. You open up an app and slap your intake bag a couple of times until the IV gets going again. The algorithm has already selected five potential matches for you. It wasn’t perfect at first (too
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I decided to go to Australia; it was that or suicide. I bought a plane ticket and packed my things. Halfway through packing I decided to clean my apartment. At the end it looked as spotless and bare as a monk’s cell. I thought if I was going to
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You are a writer of critically-acclaimed novels no one has read. You have spent the past month driving across America, reading excerpts to handfuls of onlookers in bookstore back rooms and echoing college auditoriums. You spent your twenties doing exotic and expensive drugs and you’ve spent your thirties sweating