There is a car door

There is a car door open in my head with that annoying *ping* sound repeating indefinitely.

Suddenly I feel like some kind of imposter walking into work today. I don’t belong here, obviously, but at home too–Laura cleaned and the entire apartment is foreign. It was (and still is) one of those “how did I get here?” moments. What the hell am I doing here?

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