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The morning after, Take 2

So, it seems middle-of-the-night exhausted texting is exactly the same as drunk texting. Who knew? Waking up with a¬†sense of shame, hoping for just a fraction of a second that perhaps¬†it was just a dream, and then the toe-curling humiliation when you remember exactly what you wrote. Note: I haven’t actually ever drunk texted -…… Continue reading The morning after, Take 2