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I drank the tap water in the men's bathroom sink. It tasted like gossip, control, and politics. It lingered too long in my throat— like a happy pill made of team buildings and dinners. All I want is the door, the tricycle, and the ride home.
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Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 1:52 AM UTC
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I drank the tap water in the men's bathroom sink. It tasted like gossip, control, and politics. It lingered too long in my throat— like a happy pill made of team buildings and dinners. All I want is the door, the tricycle, and the ride home.
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Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 1:52 AM UTC
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