The men who live in the woods behind my house had been getting out of hand for some time. They were all in their mid-fifties, golfers formerly, and meat eaters -- jolly men in general -- but since
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I stand by my front door with car keys in hand, flip-flops on my feet, panic in my heart. "Let me get this right: I am going to take this gigantic menopausal body," I wave my hand like a Price is
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