Leaving the last gig, there’s a coterie of female friends, cohorts, vendors, associated accomplices, i.e., people who work alongside me.
“Ya’ll are all moms, do you know anyone who got sick from eating raw cookie dough?”
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- Begs the questions, “Do you know where the kids are coming from?”
The stock answer, from old Austin?
“I didn’t get pregnant until I moved to Austin, so I’m pretty sure there’s something in the water.” ↩