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This week, it is the fake limbo between Christmas and New Year’s where nobody knows what day it is, time feels optional, and I refuse to spend a single second doing a countdown with anyone I don’t deeply trust. We’re talking gray New York days, castor oil everywhere, vision boards on the living room floor, and the specific chaos that only shows up when the year is about to end.

We’re reading your weirdest nights out. The carpet night. The lost phone spiral that ends with someone answering their own phone and crying to their mom. The accidental afters where you think you’re going to another bar and instead someone hands you soup in a mug at 7am. Running into your ex and immediately walking into a pole. The bathroom best friend who knows your entire life story and then disappears forever. And the quiet walk home that somehow becomes the night that stays.

Because the wild nights are never really about the night. They’re about the walk home, the bathroom conversation, the moment you realize you’re done while everyone else is still going, and the second soup enters the chat and you know it’s time to leave.

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