It’s kind of like stumbling around in the dark.

In a room full of ottomans and coffee tables.

It’s like wandering blindly with your arms outstretched in front of you, searching for a lamp. And then the door opens, letting a little bit of light in, giving you an ounce of hope that you’ll find your way.

But just as quickly, it’s shut again, and then you stub your toe on the leg of some fucking sofa.

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