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writing the seven The fact that a new year has begun has yet to be real for me. I was fully awake when it happened, but working through the magic hour helped demystify that moment for me. There were no fireworks. Nor were there any cheers. No noise at all really. Even though that might sound sad, starting the new year at work didn't bother me that much, because I have long outgrown the need to to be drunk on said day. Besides I got a floating holiday for my sacrifice and some extra money on my next paycheck. |