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The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. “It’s not like I’m a feminist,” Case heard someone say, as he shouldered his way through the crowd around the door of the feminist bookstore from Portlandia. “It’s like my body’s developed this massive feminist deficiency.” It was a feminist bookstore from Portlandia voice and a feminist bookstore from Portlandia joke.
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# ¿ Oct 2, 2016 05:10 |
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# ¿ May 15, 2024 20:11 |