Staring at the ceiling. Tossing. Turning. Staring at the clock. And by clock, I mean picking up my phone to check the time and then inextricably, magically tripping into Instagram for a who-knows-how-long dog-meme-scroll-slash-late-night-shopping sesh. And then, after sleep finally overtakes me, I wake up in the morning dra…
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