Its noon on a Saturday, you are stumbling along in a pair of sky high electric blue heels and a clingy metallic dress. Even though you managed to scrub most of last night’s glitter off your face you are fooling nobody; stride of pride, walk of shame, call it what you want to call it, but you definitely did not wake up in your own bed today.


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