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Mo-Town, Tales from Up Front

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How are you? How am I what? One of my contact lenses is wonky. I desperately want to claw it out of my eye,¬†but I’m covering for the receptionist¬†Up Front and a clawed-out-eyeball isn’t exactly welcoming to the public. Right? … Continue reading

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