have one of those days that makes you want to literally go somewhere and fold yourself into a ball and hide under the warmest coziest of blankets that smells like lavender and goodness and somehow wish your day away in this contorted earthly heaven until all your insides are so squishy and drunkenly happy that you’ll feel like all is well with the world and you can unfold yourself, stretch your legs, and crawl out from under that massively warm blanket and feel secure again only to later encounter the grueling episode that caused your retreat?

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