Lather, Rinse, Repeat
The most beautiful holiday ended with 17 hours of take-off and landing, and bumping shoulders, and heavy bags dragged across a city. New Year's Eve was the sound of popping fireworks outside my window and three missed parties. I climbed out of bed at midnight to see a green firework pop. "There. I celebrated," I mumbled, and dragged myself back to
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