Frittering Over Nothing

Frittering over Nothing

Karen approached the Caffé Umbria counter with nervous trepidation, like a 16-year-old approaches a 7-11 cashier while trying to buy beer with a shitty fake ID. Her eyes cast downward in shame, she stood in the line patiently until it…

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I Am Christine Ford.

I am Christine Ford.

I am Christine Ford. It's the strange details I remember, even 31 years later. I remember I drove to the party, held at country property owned by the family of two brothers I knew in high school. I remember the weather the…

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