I weaved around aisles of home goods holding in piss, because I had to get that second iced coffee, the heat index being too severe to not and wallets be damned. Sometimes there are larger things at play than whatever's in your bank account and usually they have to do with comfort. Money comes and money goes but I have to live in myself year-round, and so it was that it came to pass that I had to go something awful. But I needed pillows.
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