So, like, I was watching some dumb sitcom, just background noise, ya know? And this character falls over, classic banana peel crap, and I hear myself BUST OUT laughing. Like, a real belly laugh. And then it hits me, three months. Three months since… well. And it’s like, a punch to the gut but I’m still smiling? I mean I don't even — whatever. Am I the only one who feels like my insides just… switched off? Like, is this what happens?
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