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satire as a means of resistance
THE DAY AFTER THE ELECTION, I couldn’t get out of bed. My blood was curdled with vomit and my heart was a pool of ice. My joints screamed the screams of a million screaming screams.
Frightened, my daughter entered the room. “They won,” I croaked, and collapsed — collapsed in a puddle of pain. My daughter froze. She had tears in her eyes. And then she did…
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