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Deconstructed Trifle/Tell Me How You Really Feel

One man’s trifle is another man’s heaping, delicious dessert. Or woman’s. Or child’s. You get it. I’m calling it “deconstructed,” not because I think literary critics from the 1980s are awesome, but because I skipped the custard and booze in … Continue reading

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