When you roll into work after breakfast with the visiting friend and a trip to your stylist (both of whom make your bruised jaw experience the angst of 'are you sure you're ready to laugh so much?'), and all is empty quiet due to 'it's the final days of the summer season so we'd better take advantage of it' and you are struck with such profound gratitude for the gift of this place, you almost get on your knees in praise.
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