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My coworkers must overestimate my age when they ask about my life because my New Year looked like falling asleep a full hour early — only minutes after cancelling any half-hearted commitment to leaving the house. I binged Too Hot To Handle while my roommates tried to act uninterested amidst their dozens of clarifying questions tossing my way. Midnight kiss was a midnight turn of my sedated flesh to settle into a big spoon.

I mostly hate holidays anyway.