The hardest thing for me to do, changes, and finally getting to finish!

Dear Diary,

I think the hardest thing to do as an author – and, if I’m being completely honest, as a person – is to focus on just one thing and see it through to completion. I always seem to get distracted by different projects, different stories, even when I’m neck-deep in working on one that I have a deadline for. It drives my beta readers mad, and my editor as well. I can’t help it through. I keep coming up with all these strange story plots that I want to explore, and they always seem to tug at me as I’m working on my current project.

The longer I ignore it, the stronger the tug.

Eventually I find myself outlining, drafting, and revising this new story while the story (or series) I was working on gets left in the dust. And then, when I go back to what I should have been working on, I have to re-read everything I wrote just to regain the flow of the narrative.

Not so bad when it comes to one book, but a flat-out nightmare when dealing with a series.

So, from now on, I’m changing that. I’m going to force myself to focus on the project I’m supposed to be working on, and if I get the bug to begin something new, I’ll just find a way to include whatever idea I had in the story I’m writing.

That being written.

I’m currently in the process of finishing up the Exitium Mundi heptalogy (seven-book series), which took way longer than I intended because I got, you know, sidetracked and ended up writing two completely different stories set way in the future of my Alexaverse. (Erotic Urban Legends: Pulse, and Erotic Urban Legends: Paramnesia) Pulse is currently available to my Patreon peeps of the Initiate tier and up here, while Paramnesia will be available to them soon. The rest of the world will get them in August and December of next year. I can’t wait. 🙌

Anyway, both stories are finished, but the cost of that is I had to go back and re-read all six books I’d already written in the Exitium Mundi series just to start on the seventh. Normally this wouldn’t be a big deal, but I kept finding things I wanted to change, add, and deduct… it took forever. 😭 But I finally finished, and I’m in the final stages of revision for the last book. So excited. This shit will not be happening again!

Wish me luck, my loves.

I may need it. 😅😭

#Alexa

“I have never, ever talked about my orientation or sexuality because whether I am heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, asexual, it is my concern. I refuse to talk about it… I have not been brought up to talk about my sex life.”

– Karan Johar

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Who I did during my vacation…*

Dear Diary,

This year has, so far, sucked proverbial balls. I’ve gotten into a wreck, had a screaming match with a Medicaid driver (twice!), was hit by a strange sickness that caused my temperature to shoot up to 103°, had half a dozen arguments with the people closest to me, already broke one of my three new year’s resolutions, had a severe pay cut due to a big misunderstanding (that I will fix by the end of next week) and to top everything off: I was attacked by a migraine for several days, one that I’m only just now getting over. And it’s only the sixth day of the year, y’all. 😭

This is why it’s strange that my writing career, almost in defiance, is going fantastic. The output is beautiful, ideas are flowing, creativity is spurting all over the place. This is probably due to taking the last two weeks of December entirely off. No internet, no social media, not doing anything online except spending way too much money on gifts and ordering fast food. Oh, and of course talking to my Patreon subscribers, cause they were the sole exception to my online vacation. So much fun.

About my vacation. It was mainly spent with family and friends, and hanging out with the big brother unit/Anne doing the following: reading Twilight, reading the Kiss X Sis manga, trying to catch up on all the electronic magazines I have built up, playing The Witcher 1, Resident Evil Revelations 2, Skyrim (of course), Final Fantasy X/X-2 HD Remaster, Dragon Quest 1 (Super Nintendo version), and The Sims (1/2/3/4). I also watched the anime Shimoneta: A Boring World Where the Concept of Dirty Jokes Doesn’t Exist, several movies, and The Witcher series on Netflix (which I completely adore). I even spent a little time writing on a secret project that I’ll spring on you guys soon, my first erotic fantasy series. It’s turning out really good so far. Loving it.

For now, however, I need to finish another Erotic Urban Legends story, Paramnesia, (the sequel to Erotic Urban Legends: Pulse) and then throw all my creativity into the last book in the seven-part Exitium Mundi series, as it is due to be released towards the middle half of this year. I am so excited about both of these projects, and I can’t wait until you guys read them. The last part of Exitium Mundi is a bit of a trial, however. I’m going back and forth on how I want to end it. I have the outlined ending, of course, but the way the story is unraveling is making me want to change it… I dunno. #WriterStruggles

Back to the lab, y’all.

Thank you for reading.

I love you all…

#Alexa

* Oops, I meant what, not who. Typo. Sorry. You got clickbaited, motherfucker, deal with it. 😅

“Separate inherently is not equal. There’s a reason why $45 million was spent against marriage equality. It’s because people understand the word does have meaning. And equality comes when we accept the same notions and the same institutions for everyone, regardless of race and gender and regardless of sex orientation.”

– Gavin Newsom

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Anne’s murderous vagina, outsourcing, and projectile vomiting!

Dear Diary,

So, Anne’s vagina nearly killed me today. See, I was sitting at my writing station eating an orange, being the normal innocent halo-wearing angel I usually am. You know, editing erotica and watching adult videos for, uh, reference and stuff. And then out of nowhere Anne busts out with-

“Pikachu said hi.”

I nearly died.

I choked on the orange slice I was chewing and had to spit it across the room to get it out of my throat. It was horrible.

You see, Pikachu is what she calls her, um, lady bits. 😅

That little life-threatening event pretty much sums up my month so far.

I have a ritual, see. On the first of the month I take care of over a dozen time-consuming author tasks, which usually take the entire day. Once they’re finished I’m pretty much set, which means I can spend the rest of the month doing what I really love: writing.

Not this month.

One of the things I do is place the next book in line up for preorder for three months in advance. This gives Amazon time to effectively advertise it and readers time to become aware of it before its official release. I also get the paperback produced (which takes far longer than I’m about to admit publicly) and hire a professional narrator for the audiobook version.

This month, Amazon decided to try and test my gangsta.

See, this should have been really simple. The book is simply a collection of three stories Amazon is already selling. But for some reason, they blocked it. I was baffled. I wrote customer support and received a form letter in response (which is not shocking). I wrote another email, trying to concisely explain the situation because I know almost everyone that works in the book division of Amazon customer service is outsourced/barely English-speaking individuals. I received the same form letter in response. So, I tried a different tactic: I called them. After speaking with the (barely English speaking) agent, she promised she would get it resolved on my behalf by contacting the appropriate channels and explaining the situation. The next day, I received the exact same form letter they had already sent me twice before.

So, the book is now available for March 1, 2020 preorder on Smashwords. 😭 Which also means there will be no audiobook version, and the paperback will be… interesting. If I can figure out a way to make a paperback version without using Amazon, I will. Otherwise, flip it.

I thought the insanity of the month was over. Finally, I could get back to writing the handful of books (Pulse, Paramnesia, Exitium Mundi, Nephilim 2) so I could take a much-needed mini-vacation. I mean, what else could happen, right?

In slides Patreon with a quick “Hold my beer.”

Apparently, they decided out of nowhere that some of my older posts violated their community guidelines, so I had to change or remove them so my account could be acceptable again. This took a little over a week of back-and-forth. I will say this, however: working with Patreon’s customer support is leagues better than Amazon’s. Patreon actually works with you, sending personalized emails until the problem is solved. And they don’t just ban your account or even place it in suspension – they work with you first. The only time they suspend your account is if you refuse to contact them… why can’t Amazon’s book publishing division be even half as good as Patreon? Anyway, after I removed a few posts, changed the header pictures on others, and heavily edit a few entries for being too lewd. (I know what you’re thinking: ALEXA? LEWD?! 😋) I was good to go. Now everything is hunky-dory.

Well, except for running seemingly endless errands this past week and Anne projectile vomiting like it’s an Olympic event (too much eggnog) this morning.

Hopefully, your month’s been better than mine…

#Alexa

“For the speedy reader paragraphs become a country the eye flies over looking for landmarks, reference points, airports, restrooms, passages of sex.”

– William H. Gass

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The world according to Anne, my writing playlists, and calling James Patterson out for a fight

Dear Diary,

Back when I was doing daily Diary entries (I still don’t see how I pulled that off considering everything else I was juggling), I used to let Anne occasionally slip in and write an entry for me. I would label these little creative outbursts of hers as “Anne’s entry” and just let her go to town – no grammar checking, no filtering, and no direction as to what she should write about. She loved it.

So, I figured it was time to give her another stab at it. What’s the worst that could happen, right? 😳

I got new video games and been watching Jersey shore I really like it. Alexa girl be you was right about the show. Do you want to hang out this weekend? How is your writing going I want to tell you about this new movie Call Deep sleep you should watch trailer for it. We been having fun Mario kart 8 I am all most done with one of Batman telltale game. The game are awesome. I like watching lore it’s very different.

So, there you are. The world, according to Anne. 🥰

My life has been a combination of three things lately: Jersey Shore binge-watching with Anne, overdosing on wax cubes (I love those damn things!), and writing like a fevered madwoman to get Erotic Urban Legends: Pulse finished for my Patreon peeps. As I write this, a dear friend of mine is beta reading it for me, so as soon as I get it back and throw it at the rest of my Beta Reader Hit Squad, it will be shelved! I really wanted to make a short horror story, but this motherfucker ended up 22,844 words – far from what I intended.

Initially, I gave myself a cap of 2,500 words, and the first version was somewhat close to that. After three different revisions and some severe brainstorming… things got a little out of hand. 😅 While my stories always inflate during the revision process, this was a bit ridiculous. I swear I spoil the shit out of my Patreons…

Because of my release schedule, I won’t be able to release it to the general public until April 2022, but I’ll give you a sneak peek of the cover now:

Because I was writing this, I had to temporarily pause the last book in my Exitium Mundi series, which is in the rough draft stage itself. Which means I’m also paused in the middle of Voyeur’s Season 2 (no, I swear it isn’t abandoned) and the next book in the Killer Lolis series: Hunt for the Lolistone. The cover for that book (which is also in the rough draft stage!) is below:

So many things I want to write, so little time! 😭 And then there are other stories that are almost finished that I really need to polish up like Mya, Lilith, Invictus, Balls Deep – A Love Story, and others. I need more hands. Or maybe I can pull a James Patterson and hire other motherfuckers to write my books for me and just sit back and rake in the money. I will never do this, of course, because, you know, I’m actually a writer…

#Shade #ShotsFired #ComeAtMeBro

Maybe I just need to double down my writing efforts. I dunno.

Which reminds me. I decided to add yet another feature to my paperbacks: playlists! See, before I write a book, I compile a 100-song playlist, and I listen to nothing but that playlist while I write. It was an idea sparked by a request from a reader (thank you, John!), and I decided to run with it. I’ve already started including short stories, previews of upcoming books, and interviews in the paperback editions of my books, so this will fit in nicely I think. Just for kicks, here’s the playlist I wrote to for Erotic Urban Legends: Pulse.

Ängie: Spun + Smoke Weed Eat Pussy + Housewife Spliffin
Avicii: Wake Me Up
Awolnation: Sail
AZ Yet: Last Night
Backstreet Boys: Inconsolable
Bebe Rexha: I’m Gonna Show You Crazy + No Broken Hearts ft. Nicki Minaj
Bhad Bhabie: Bestie (Feat. Kodak Black)
Billie Eilish: Bad Guy + You Should See Me in a Crown
Boyz II Men: Oh Well
Brad Paisley: Whiskey Lullaby (feat. Allison Krauss)
Britney Spears: Criminal
Ed Sheeran: Shape of You
Fall Out Boy: My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light Em Up) (Part 1)
Fat Joe: Make It Rain
Finger Eleven: Paralyzer + One Thing
Frankie J: Daddy’s Little Girl
Full Exposure (feat. Mario & Serayah)
Geto Boys: Mind Playing Tricks On Me (Uncut)
Ginuwine: When Doves Cry
Go West: King Of Wishful Thinking
Hailee Steinfeld: Most Girls
Halsey: Nightmare
Hayley Kiyoko: Girls Like Girls
Insane Clown Posse: In My Room
Jessica Simpson: I Belong To Me
Justin Timberlake: Cry Me A River
Ke$ha: TiK ToK
Keri Hilson: Pretty Girl Rock
kirstin: Break A Little + Naked + Bad Weather
Linkin Park: The Hybrid Theory + Living Things + and Recharged albums.
Mario Winans: I Don’t Wanna Know
Maroon 5: Girls Like You ft. Cardi B
MAX: Lights Down Low
Offset: Clout ft. Cardi B
Phil Collins: In The Air Tonight
Porcelain Black: Naughty Naughty + I’m Your Favorite Drug
Post Malone: Rockstar + Goodbyes ft. Young Thug
R. Kelly featuring Keri Hilson: Number One
Rita-Ora: Girls
Santana: Maria + Maria
Seckond Chaynce: Undeniable
Silk: Freak Me Baby
Somo: Ride
Star Cast: I Bring Me + There For You
Tamar Braxton: All the Way Home + Love and War + Let Me Know ft. Future + Prettiest Girl + The One
Taylor Swift: Gorgeous
The Fugees: Killing Me Softly
The Weeknd: Often + Party Monster
Tinashe: No Drama
Young Jeezy: Tear It Up

Thanks for reading my latest rant, beloveds. I really appreciate it. 🥰

#Alexa

Lost Phone

Last night a friend rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act at a local bar’s music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone wasn’t in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friend’s phone to call mine. After two rings someone answered, gave out a low raspy giggle and hung up. They didn’t answer again. I eventually gave it up as a lost cause and headed home. I found my phone laying on my nightstand, right where I left it.

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Sexual harassment, being a “working girl,” and loli rants…

Dear Diary,

The best decision I ever made (besides starting a Patreon) was to become a writer. It was also probably the worst. I write this because while I love writing, some of the people my writing (or at least my erotic writing) attracts are just creepy as fuck. They seem to assume because I write erotica, I always have sex on the brain, and that’s all I want to talk about – even though they are complete strangers. It’s like just because they can create a fake social media account, they think it’s OK to talk to women any way they want. This is why I’m not a big fan of internet anonymity – it makes it too easy to assault people. I mean, they wouldn’t do this in real life because they would be thrown in jail, but it’s OK online. Why? I seriously don’t understand why sexual harassment is OK on the internet, but against the law face to face. Just because a computer is used, it’s acceptable?

In a way, it reminds me of a funny story that happened a few years ago with a close friend of mine, Nicole. We were out late as fuck one night, basically clubbing/acting fools and called an Uber to get us home safely. We were dressed up, of course, but Nicole – who looked like a straight supermodel – looked way better than I did. Anyway, the driver got us to our destination and asked Nicole if she was a working girl. My eyes widened because I’m a little hoodrat and knew exactly what he meant, but Nicole had no clue – she smiled and said something to the extent of “Yep! I be getting’ people’s money all day!” (she was a banker at Wells Fargo) The guy shook his head in dismay and said that he wished he had some extra money because she was drop-dead gorgeous.

She grinned; he looked something like a lost, beaten puppy. 🙄

We got out of the car.

As we watched the guy drive away, Nicole blinked a few times, and her eyes widened. She turned to me and said, “Wait – was he asking me if I was a prostitute?!” I laughed so hard I almost fell to the ground. When I told her yes, that was precisely what he was asking, she turned more shades of red than I ever thought possible. I wouldn’t let her live that down for anything. Loved it.

<LoliRant>

It does kind of illustrate my point though. Our jobs do not define us. Neither do our hobbies. We define us, and we are so much more complex than the paltry scraps of information we decide to randomly throw on the internet. I’ve been to college. I’ve accumulated five different degrees. According to the Stanford-Binet IQ scale (and a few others), I’m in the top 5% of the population. I’ve been told by several MENSA members that I should join, but honestly, the benefits suck, and I don’t need the validation. I did, however, pass the online test just out of curiosity.

I’m not writing any of this to brag: those of you who have known me for years most likely didn’t know any of the above. And there’s no reason you should. I don’t need to impress anyone, and I definitely don’t want to come across as better-than or egotistical.

No, I’m not trying to brag, I’m trying to illustrate a point. Despite all the above, and my general sweet-natured attitude towards strangers (I like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt), I continuously get swarmed with stupid messages and unsolicited (and frankly disgusting) messages and pictures. All because I write erotica. I have several non-erotic pen names that I write paranormal, romance, science fiction, fantasy, and a few other genres under, but that’s beside the point – instead of trying to get to know me for who I am, people automatically assume that since I’m a girl that writes kinky things I’m online to be their personal sex outlet.

Ew. 🤮

Please don’t get it twisted. I love to flirt, sometimes in lewd ways, but I have to know you first. Like, really know you – not just a few quick DMs…

</LoliRant>

Anyway.

On the writing front, I’m almost finished with the rough draft of the last book in the Exitium Mundi series, which should have been done long before now. Unfortunately, I keep thinking of things to add, change, and omit. So ridiculous. But it’s getting there, and all the changes I’m making are for the betterment of the story, so I really can’t complain too much. Of course, doing all that also means I have to go back through the rest of the other six books and change things, adding and taking out parts, etc. Luckily they are all short(ish), so it isn’t that big of a deal. Yet.

Oh! Before I go, please send my homiegirl @n0nlineargirl some love. And pictures of horse penises. She really loves horse penises. 😂 She recently broke her foot and may need surgery, so she needs all the attention she can get. I’m reasonably sure she doesn’t read my Diary entries, but just in case tell her I sent you. She’ll thank you, trust me.

#Alexa

Have You Ever Walked into a Room?

Have you ever walked into a room and found a vampire? No, not the sexy kind, but a foul creature with bony limbs and ashen skin? The kind that snarls as you enter, like a beast about to pounce? The kind that roots you to the spot with its sunken, hypnotic eyes, rendering you unable to flee as you watch the hideous thing uncoil from the shadows? Has your heart started racing though your legs refuse to? Have you felt time slow as the creature crosses the room in the darkness of a blink? Have you shuddered with fear when it places one clawed hand atop your head and another under your chin so it can tilt you, exposing your neck?

 Have you squirmed as its rough, dry tongue slides down your cheek, over your jaw, to your throat, in a slithering search that’s seeking your artery? Have you felt its hot breath release in a hiss against your skin when it probes your pulse — the flow that leads to your brain? Has its tongue rested there, throbbing slightly as if savoring the moment? Have you then experienced a sinking, sucking blackness as you discover that not all vampires feed on blood — some feed on memories? Well, have you? Maybe not. But let me rephrase the question: Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly forgotten why you came in?

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Getting bitten and being pregnant…

Dear Diary,

I’ve been officially bitten by the Halloween bug. I tried to resist it, ignore it, and replace it with other habits (meth, crack, Skyrim), but nothing worked. I finally snapped the other day, and now everything in my house and Anne’s has been Halloweenified. Our phones, computers, accounts on our video game systems, etc. I even started outlining a spooky, intense, erotic little tale called Paramnesia that should be finished by the end of the week. It’s scheduled to be released on December 1, 2021. Unfortunately, you won’t get to read it any earlier unless you’re

1. A member of my Beta Reader Hit Squad, or
2. A member of my Patreon.

I’m not doing that to be a bitch, it’s just that my releases until then are already slated and, in most cases, finished. Since I release a new eBook/paperback/audiobook every month, I can’t just push everything aside, ya know?

So far, it’s coming out amazingly. I’ve already finished writing, revising, and polishing the outline (which I preach to my students in my Writing 101 class), and tomorrow, I’m going to start writing the rough draft. I am so excited. Of course, I’m doing this because I’m taking a brief break from the final Exitium Mundi book, Everyone 2, which itself is in its rough draft stage. I know, sometimes I have writers ADD, but it’s nice to switch projects occasionally, especially when your creativity starts feeling stale.

After this, I’ll jump back on Exitium Mundi for a bit, then finish up Erotic Urban Legends: Taboo, a short story requested by one of my Patreon supporters (you motherfuckers did know you can do that, right? You just have to be on the VIP Tier). Taboo is in the outline stage, but the characters and story are entirely flushed out. So many projects, so little time…

Fuck, I love being a writer! 🥰

I would love it even more if I didn’t feel 13 months pregnant from all this damn Halloween candy I’ve been eating from Universal Yums. During my Halloween frenzy, I ordered their special Halloween box, which they got to me quick fast and in a hurry, and Anne and I immediately tore into it this past weekend and now… I never want to see another piece of candy again. They were so damn good though! Except for that weird sour candy that gave me bitter beer face for like an hour. That was horrible. Even Anne tasted it and looked at me all alarmed and betrayed. 😅 She came to love it though – after the initial taste shock wore off.

Ah! Before I go, I wanted to post the current status of my latest Twitter poll, which had some interesting conversations attached to it. There’s still a little time left to vote, so make your voice heard! 😝

Enjoy the following Halloween story, ripped from the interwebs.

And sweet dreams, beloveds… 🎃

#Alexa

Charlie

I hate it when my brother Charlie has to go away. My parents constantly try to explain to me how sick he is; that I am lucky for having a brain where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations like undammed rivers. When I complain about how bored I am without a little brother to play with, they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that his boredom likely far surpasses mine, considering he’s confined to a dark room in an institution. I always beg for them to give him one last chance. Of course, they did at first. Charlie has been back home several times, each shorter in duration than the last. Every time without fail, it all starts again. The neighborhood cats with gouged out eyes showing up in his toy chest, my dad’s razors found dropped on the baby slide in the park across the street, mom’s vitamins replaced by bits of dishwasher tablets.

My parents are hesitant now, using “last chances” sparingly. They say his disorder makes him charming, makes it easy for him to fake normalcy, and to trick the doctors who care for him into thinking he is ready for rehabilitation. That I will just have to put up with my boredom if it means staying safe from him. I hate it when Charlie has to go away. It makes me have to pretend to be good until he is back.

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Helping Anne poop, having fun with Lolis, and making you wet yourself…

Dear Diary,

I am utterly unappreciated as a friend. I’m serious. See, Anne told me she had to poop, right? She had just eaten a ton of ice cream that morning (which she knows better than considering she’s lactose intolerant), so she had (predictably) been pooping all day. Anyway, she slithered her way to the bathroom and closed the door, and I – in my deep and profound dedication as her best friend – decided to try and help. So, I placed my Bluetooth soundbar in front of the door and put on some helpful, soothing, and uplifting songs:

• The poop song https://youtu.be/lZTnNn-i9uk
• “Let me Poop” by Emily Mandelbaum https://youtu.be/0Tf4Qxw2jnc
• Old Town Poop https://youtu.be/oIVN32r76b0

For some unfathomable reason, she was not amused. She even told me I had a constipated cry-smile because of the way I was grinning when she finally got out. Such an evil, spiteful little thing! 😅

Writing-wise I’ve been on a roll: I finished Exitium Mundi: Jamie and even finished the outline for Exitium Mundi: Everyone 2, the very last book in the Exitium Mundi series. Not that I seem to be able to actually write the damn story or anything – Real Life keeps throwing things my way that I have to deal with. It’s frustrating. Today, for example, I had to take Anne to the doctors again, so I planned on getting up a bit early to get some much-needed writing done.

We overslept and barely managed to get ready in time to leave. 🙄

So since I haven’t been able to full-fledge write, I decided to outline the sequel to Killer Lolis, Killer Lolis: Hunt for the Lolistone in my spare time. I love my Lolis, and outlining the story is proving to be an immense amount of fun. It’s going to be a lot longer (and kinkier, and definitely more entertaining) than the original, so look forward to it. 😊

Now, on to Halloween.

Until my favorite holiday gets here, I figured it would be fun to scour the internet for super short scary stories and share them with you all at the end of my Diary entries. To get into the spirit, you know? I didn’t write any of these stories, and they are all freely available on the internet (mostly Reddit), so I figured no harm, no foul.

Here’s the first.

Try not to wet yourself. 🎃

Check Under the Bed

I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”

Thank you for reading, beloveds.

#Alexa

“I worked as a prosecutor watching Catholic priests charged with sex abuse and saw firsthand how the ‘circle the wagons’ mentality revictimized the innocent, coddled the guilty, and made matters worse for everyone.”

– Christine Pelosi

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