Wish you were here!Who cares? This was the theme of my last real conversation with my father. And sometimes it was followed by, “Who f*cking cares?”1d ago1d ago
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Your Religion is Killing MeLast Sunday, under towering trees swaying in a bathwater breeze on a lazy morning, I got into a friendly debate over brunch.Apr 9, 2024Apr 9, 2024
