The pace of the international week blurs at a certain point. I’m at the phase of a night out where you’re scrambling for a keycode at a front door you don’t remember… stumbling into the house for that last neat bourbon that will put you over the edge… I’ve just sat down, determined to text an outrageous meme to my work colleagues.
Yeah, it’s been tough, …
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