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My heart turns blacker: The new rules | A Dissolute Life Means...
I am at that place again. That place of keening frustration and battered ego, hopelessness. I had a magical night with a beautiful, charming man Thursday night. A tall, lean welder. I leaned in for a kiss at the bar and breathed in his woodsy soapy scent. “You’re a good kisser,” he said smiling, his …