Picture this: It’s summer. It’s absolutely beautiful outside. The sun is shining. The birds are chirping. Everything is perfect. But you, well, you’re hungover. You’re the living embodiment of dog shit and the last thing you even remotely want to do is engage with a single living soul. So you throw on your favorite sunglasses and sink into the deep recesses of your mind where nobody can reach you. You refuse to make eye contact, but that’s okay because nobody knows. Tomorrow is another day. Odds are you’ll be right back here.

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