Last night, while sweating my butt off on a stationary bike and trying hard to keep the cheeseburger I ate for lunch in my digestive tract, a deep euphoria washed over me. I felt uninhibited. FREE. Not of nausea, unfortunately, or concern for the person riding in front of me. But free from time. Immortal, almost. And I credit this to the ’90s playlist b…
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