Fail by glance but feel much more confident heading into tomorrow.
Oprah, you're like the black mother I never had and always wanted and you mean so very very much to me. I want to make you proud, but more-so, I don't want to kill innocent children (especially those with candy and/or big puppy eyes) by my 'fail by glances'.
Tomorrow, my phone shall find refuge in the centre console. Alone. In darkness. Silenced.
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