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Human Parts

Lived Through This

That Time My Mom Sprayed Mace in a Bakery

Or, why I grew up thinking all adults are miserable

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I never met any happy adults when I was a kid. My parents were miserable, my parents’ friends were miserable, my friends’ parents were miserable, and that was pretty much all the adults I knew. I didn’t know that happy adults were even a thing until I…




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