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The State of the Muse Address
Now folks, it’s time for a State of the Muse Address. The muse, donning skin tight jeans and a flogger steps back to reveal my metaphoric bare backside, now marred with raised red welts from where the flogger came down against my emotional flesh. “Where are we?” he asks. “Yellow,” I tell him, fighting back a whimper. He lifts an eyebrow, knowing I’m…