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I’m a mixture of autumn leaves and nursery rhyme, cat imitator and carnival whim. My talismans: juice of lime, scent of whiskey, the nonsense of sequins. I show you, though, hard heart like candy, the hot, stinging kind, the peppermints that burn you through but that our tongues so desire again and again.
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