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Walmart Revelations
The next day was a quiet one. I posted several videos on i********:, along with a photo of my solstice altar setup. Everything seemed to be enthusiastically received — and I’d picked up another ten thousand or so followers — and yet I still had an overwhelming sense of futility.
Or maybe it was just that I hadn’t stopped beating myself up about not letting Chuck Langdon kiss me.
It could’ve been great, I chided myself as I bustled around the kitchen, prepping the ingredients for a big pot of minestrone soup. So what if it was ninety-five degrees outside? One pot of soup — judiciously supplemented with some of my favorite local takeout — would keep me going for a week.
And it was going to be a busy week. This quiet Sunday was just the calm before the storm.
Sure,
