Contact

Just so you know, it kind of freaks me out when it says that this page received views. I think, “Does someone out there actually want to contact me? Are they just seeing if there’s some hidden post tucked away on here? Do they just want to see if I have some other forms of social media through which to interact with me?”

Obviously, I don’t know the answer because almost no one actually contacts me via this page.

That being said, feel free to. Seriously. I don’t mind. And I recently joined Instagram, I’m at @a.p.christopher.

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