Until two weeks ago, there was no drama in my life. To be sure, I didn't even know what drama was until two weeks ago. Now there's no place I can look where I can't find the stuff. I hate it. It's noxious, it's grimy, it sticks to my skin like a booger when I try to flick it away. It's like the interminable eyelash that gets stuck in my eye, and
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