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A Typical Friday in Oregon, as Imagined by My East Coast Friends
I wake up in my log cabin. The first thing I do is pop outside to forage for some breakfast mushrooms. Once I’ve got a good handful, I roast them o...
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I feel seen.
A Typical Friday in Oregon, as Imagined by My East Coast Friends
I wake up in my log cabin. The first thing I do is pop outside to forage for some breakfast mushrooms. Once I’ve got a good handful, I roast them o...
mcsweeneys.net
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