Well, here we are. Somehow, against all logic and human decency, the bad orange man — the felon x34, the rapist, the racist, the fascist — has slithered his way back into the Oval Office, and I’m absolutely sickened by it.
The past few days have been a whirlwind of emotions. Election night was a haze of hope and dread. I stayed up texting with my sister …
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