I’mSorryI’mSorryI’mSorryI’mSorryI’mSorryI’mSorryI’mSorryI’mSorryI’mSorryI’mSorry. I know I’ve been AWOL. Also? Please forgive any future typos – it’s a little difficult to type with a small cat pinning down one of your arms, chewing on your sleeve, or wrestling your wrist. Just sayin’. As dawn breaks into jagged shards on the L.A. smog, the remaining girls talk about how…
