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After an endless day slaving in the feminist gulag, I came home last night to find LCF, his godfather, and his godfather’s BF all worked up and sweaty building lofted shelves in the front hall of my apartment. Sweet! To aid in the construction effort, I recounted the harrowing tale of my walk home. The story involved me getting cut off in the crosswalk by an overzealous BMW, which I then proceeded to hit with my purse while yelling curses into the window at the offending driver, then me trying to outrun a lightening storm quickly approaching down the canyonlike expanse of 14th St., and then me slowing down when I almost physically ran into the guy with no nose that I always see somewhere around Walgreens. The hunky handymen were kind of too distracted by actual work to appreciate me for the inimitable raconteur that I am, so I ordered pizza and sodas, and admired their collective bulging biceps from the comfort of the couch. Aw yeah - its a feminist’s life for me.

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