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At some point, you made a deal with yourself. Maybe it was during a round of layoffs. Maybe a recession. Maybe you came back from a leave, or switched to a flexible arrangement, or simply joined a place that felt like a relief after the last one. The deal went...
Every overpacked suitcase tells the same story. Three pairs of shoes "for options." A second jacket in case the first one is wrong. The full-size conditioner, because the hotel one might be terrible. A novel, a backup novel and an e-reader containing several hundred...
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