I didn’t want to immediately pop up with an Election Take and, quite frankly, couldn’t have if I’d wanted to. My grief and horror were brief but, while they lasted, almost absolute. I hurt so bad that I didn’t even have the energy to be self-conscious, to think “Oh how ridiculous I must look” or “I can’t let the fascists have my Lib Tears” or even “Stop…
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