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Ottessa Moshfegh: McGlue
“I wake up. My shirtfront is stiff and bibbed brown. I take it to be dried blood and I’m a dead man. The ocean air persuades me to doubt, to reel my head in double, triple takes towards my feet. My feet are on the ground, It may be that I fell face first in the mud. Anyway, I’m still too drunk to ca