Taylor Swift Might Have a Point. Then Again, Maybe Not.

I see David through the cafe window. When I walk in, we don't touch. "You found it," he starts. There are circles under his eyes. I wonder why he hasn't been sleeping. I'm not sure it's my right to know anymore. "Took me a minute, but I eventually remembered how to get here." I say. …

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All Major Calamities Take Place in the Kitchen

The turkey was squatting in the roasting pan while Maria hid in the closet with a bottle of vodka. The phone had skittered across the floor after she had dropped it. James was due in two hours. She hadn't invited him. His name was loudly absent when she rattled off the guest list to her …