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Shut up, Lindsay

A conversation with my friendly neighborhood clairvoyant, in the Fall of 2020.


Emily: it's so grey outside. Like my hair. And my skin. And my soul.


Lindsay: sounds like your regular depression, seasonal depression, and Covid depression are getting along nicely.

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