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Hollow-Holler
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January 03, 2010 - 5:40
My father left a turkey neck boiling on the stove for hours, unattended. I arrived to find it boiled dry and sparking, and the house filled with thick smoke and this overwhelming stench of scorched metal and burnt flesh; the esophagus enameled in black char to the bottom of the sauce pan. It was all disturbing.
We're celebrating my birthday tonight. I will be 26 in 2 days, and for some reason the only reflection I've felt about this impending passage is bewilderment that I've never yet had a yeast infection.
Every girl I know has had one.
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