It’s one thing not to post while we’re here, but it’s a whole other slap in the face to know we’re disconnected from the outside world. I chew on my cheek, unease creeping into me. But then I look around. The beaches, warm sun. I shove my phone into my bag. This is ridiculous. I’m a grown woman. I should be able to live without my phone for a week. I can spend all day lounging on white sands, sipping pretty cocktails, instead of throwing myself down the rabbit hole of social media and living in constant fear of my parasitic aunt messaging me with demands. This will be relaxing. Great! Fun,
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