The weather. Tomorrow, expect a biting cold front. Hmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be

wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain

that'll soak you to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise slowly but surely reaching

their peak in the afternoon.

Not in the mood for miserable weather.

Fly cheaply to Turkey with Sun Express.

Sun Express, nonstop sunshine.

That was a trigger.

You're doing really good.

You're better.

You're above that.

It's the past. I've never used the word trigger more in my life in these past few weeks.

Really?

Yeah.

Anything that, like, reminds me of the, or like, whenever I'll finish a workout and then I'll

top my, top my, uh, the pocket.

And I'll be like, oh, trigger.

It's been so long now that I don't remember where I kept my cigarettes and lighter. I don't know if it was like front,

like I don't remember, like I can't think back to being like pulling my cigarettes out of my

pocket. Yeah. Yeah. I don't know if it was like a shirt. Do you remember always just having to

go buy a lighter? Like, or even though it wasn't that your lighter went out. It was just you

would lose your lighter. Or you'd get,

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