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2022

As a teenager, one of my biggest fears was an airborne disease that would wreak havoc on the world as we knew it. 

Back then, SARS was a thing, and some other weird things that I can't remember happened that year that brought me to my naiive, self-absorbed and dysfunctional little knees one afternoon while watching CNN. 

I was overwhelmed. I asked my mother why it felt like the entire world was collapsing. The drama.

...and now, look where we are. It's 2022, baby - literally any fucking thing goes.

- T.

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