Prose divides shame into stations. — Wayne Koestenbaum, My 1980s and Other Essays
Prose divides shame into stations. — Wayne Koestenbaum, My 1980s and Other Essays
Prose divides shame into stations. — Wayne Koestenbaum, My 1980s and Other Essays
Prose divides shame into stations. — Wayne Koestenbaum, My 1980s and Other Essays
Prose divides shame into stations. — Wayne Koestenbaum, My 1980s and Other Essays
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Prose divides shame into stations.

— Wayne Koestenbaum, My 1980s and Other Essays
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