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I fluctuate wildly between the extremes. (No, really Leanne? Please, tell us more.) Some days I'm just glad there's still half left - like finding out there's one more chocolate in the box. There's celebration in what is there. Some days not only is half missing, but it's probably my fault. Even if I don't know why. And surely people will judge me harshly for my half-empty glass in a world of overflowing cups.
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