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I’m tired. Jet-lagged. Irritable. Bloated. Itchy. Did I say tired? Hungry. Thirsty. Alone. Misunderstood. I said tired, right?.
Earlier tonight my fiancé accused me of sometimes “making a mountain out of a molehill.” I asked for.
“We each have a baggie,” my sister said as she handed them out to us. “They should all.
These were the first words I spewed to my sister when I speed dialed her number after reading.