I was sitting in my usual coffee place, with my usual coffee order, a cappuccino (they always sprinkle the cocoa on the right-hand side and I always end up putting chocolate everywhere). I’m trying to write this week’s article, some rubbish about vulnerability, and I see myself getting increasingly annoyed. Not because I made a mess but because what I w…
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