Yesterday, for the first time since I started singing “happy birthday to me” in my head twice through every time I washed my hands, it was actually my birthday. (No, I didn’t always wash my hands for the duration of two happy birthdays, I’m a raccoon of a person and needed a pandemic to bring precision to my manual cleanliness.) It still felt strange, m…
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