Once upon a time, we left the house. The kids went to school and my husband went to work. We got dressed and ran errands and interacted with people other than immediate family. We wore something other than what we slept in the night before (well, some of us did, anyway) and actually brushed our hair. We had mail delivered. Pizza, too. We got fresh air. We saw sun.
Now?
We’ve all gone fucking crazy.
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