D.C. read the Literati summer manifesto

LITTLE DEATHS/DELIGHTS

I woke up this morning on a friend’s sofa in the nation’s capital with a blanket magically draped over me, clutching a copy of The White Album. I made my way from couch to bathroom mirror and started auditing last night’s actions. I put my hair in pigtails. I don’t care if I look naive, I’ll mean mug my way out of it. And, anyways, I am a little naive.

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