Did you know I used to write smut? Erm. Well, it’s coming out under a pen name that we will pretend does not exist (for purposes of retaining respect with my mother and the rest of my family…). [Mom, don’t…
Did you know I used to write smut? Erm. Well, it’s coming out under a pen name that we will pretend does not exist (for purposes of retaining respect with my mother and the rest of my family…). [Mom, don’t…

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When I was twenty-two, I ran away to Prague, where I now sing to my black cat (who collects dustballs in her whiskers), eat chocolate for breakfast, and have lemon tarts every Thursday.