Writing on the walls
Is this what security feels like?
I’m in the bustling kitchen of a house party—loud and filled with chatter, hands filled with cups, cups filled with spirits. Everyone around me is pre-gaming, mingling with each other before they depart for some music festival—but instead of socializing with the rest of the group, I’m exploring the spacious walk-in pantry, stock-piled with all the food …
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