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your cheeks on a Monday morning from a
weekend of reckless indulgence in more
than a few glasses of Pinot Noir. You're
killing yourself, Sin. These binge
drinking sessions are tiresome to watch.
It's laughable, predictable, and
yet…yet you don't realize what is
happening. You're information sharing,
letting me into that little bubble of yours.
It's easy to let your guard down. Trust
me, I know. You let the mask slip a little
