I slumped back on the sofa and flicked through the TV, pondering again just how the hell I'd ended up in this situation. Reality TV blared from the speakers, a cacophony of manufactured drama that mirrored, albeit in a far more grotesque way, the mess my life had become. I had met her mother at a conference six months earlier. Some team-building shit the assholes in senior management claimed would lead to "improved corporate communication." For me, it led to a damn sight more.
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