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Though it is starkly the middle of the winter, I am finally back in my happy place. No, my happy place is not a summer in the Hamptons; it is my imaginary husband, Kyle McGill Cooke, talking about taking fingers up the butt on national television. (Isn’t all television national these days? Is it even television if we all just watch it on our computer screens?) Kyle and his group of summertime yahoos are back in their happy place, living in the cardboard Burj Dubai of Amazon boxes littering…
