I could start screaming like a maniac knowing the New Year is breathing down my neck like the proverbial alien in a dark corridor, its acid sputum carving rivulets through my trembling flesh. But I won’t. This is because I have, for the first time in a long time, got plans. They aren’t set in stone […]

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