Like any other self respecting adolescent I loved nothing more than wallowing in voluptuous melancholy. Nothing feels better. But at some point in my early 20s I decided that it was Unmanly and unbecoming, tawdry and self indulgent, and that I had to put a stop to it and ever since that door has...
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