Autumn 2016 ripped my heart out like a ravenous Dracula. November 9th in particular.

BTW - I promise this story has a happy ending. Supernatural advantages aside, a pale old white dude that can be undone with aioli, ain’t that powerful.

Back to Autumn 2016…

Reality seemed to be bending. The world in which a self professed ‘pussy grabber’ would never rise to the highest office, was gone. It didn’t even call to say goodbye. It didn’t even leave a Dear John letter. Just straight up ghosted us. …



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