The noise of last night’s celebration has finally dissolved into a cold, quiet morning. Confetti sits on the floor like dirty, colorful snow, and empty glasses rest on the table, drained down to the very last drop. You scroll through your phone, looking back at images from last January, when the air felt warmer and the future seemed so much clearer. Back then, we truly believed everything would...
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