Walking into my kitchen this morning, I see my coffee mug still shattered on the counter from yesterday. And yet, no one seems to even care it's still there. My roommate cleans all around it, sweeping under the mess, pretending it never happened. It's just one broken thing in a sea of our chaotic lives, but it represents everything that's annoying. Like, pick up the pieces, you know?

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