From the Book - First edition.
A conversation with Stacey Abrams
Rhonda the immortal waitress
You're 16 years old. I'm 241
Will you be slaying? Only if they give me lip
Well, you were myth-taken
Who's going to take care of us?
Ask me again why I could never love you
Thank god we're hot chicks with superpowers
Stylish, yet affordable boots
Popular culture reference, sorry
SMG, and the weight of the world on her shoulders
Where do we go from here?
