I put on lipstick, and then the Guardian called.
“It’s only a few days until publication day!” the reporter said over Zoom from her sunny desk in London. “How are you feeling?”
“Honestly,” I said. “This time feels like the great Undoing. Like all I can think of are the things I’ve left undone.” I was grateful she couldn’t see my desk, littered with empty …
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