The yolk of the world is warm and jammy again! Three glasses of wine on a Tuesday produces no hangover. I’m shaking hands and kissing babies in outfits that only fly a few days a year, renegotiating the tapestry of my closet, combining suede pants with tank tops and wool sweaters with flip-flops. I’m still suspended in the glow before we collectively fr…
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