Before you start reading this article, please bear in mind that this is basically what I would be saying on a by-the-hour psychologist's uncomfortable couch (Not that I've ever been on one, but they never look comfortable and I suppose that's the point), exposing my inner DC demons while he/she sips on that expensive all-tall grande caramel latte concoction or whatever it is they order at Starbucks that I paid for. Confession: I have never once ordered or drank anything from Starbucks in my life. Something I'm kinda proud of. But let me get to the article.
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