When your last Word of the Year picks its successor
*Tap tap* This thing on? Where are the damned lights? What the…what happened to my stack of drafts? Why are they all over the floor? And who the hell is in charge of dusting around here? I swear to godI’m going to quit calling itdustand instead call it by its scientific name,Star Stuff. Oh my, …
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