Er. I appear to have tripped and committed meta.
On Moffat, Misogyny, and Children’s Stories
“The Leopard of Little Breezes yawned up and farther off from the rooftops of Omaha, Nebraska, to which September did not even wave good-bye. One ought not to judge her: All children are heartless. They have not grown a heart yet, which is why they can
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