Only the everyday raconteurs at The Moth StorySLAM could present a soporific story about fibbing and translate that into “I tell lies because there was no communication in my childhood home.” Last night my brain was a bit addled by lack of sleep, but my attraction to storytelling never seems to pall.
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I Let My Tongue Cleave to the Roof of My Mouth for About Ten Minutes Before I Finally Said...
After a Solo Visit to the Honolulu Art Museum, I Hopped Over to the Farmers’ Market at Neal...
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