Dear Erins,
Last week, I kind of gave you a mini writing assignment, which I feel like was mostly to satisfy my own craving to read your writing, and boy, have you ever scratched my itch. I read mostly about other people’s cars — you took me to gas stations and ghost stations and back to making out and finding queerness and friendship and weather and eve…
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