You wake up to messages, you go to sleep to messages, you duck into a meeting and come back to 64 unread notes about sunscreen
When I was little, I thought hell was a fiery pit beneath the Earth’s surface. The image was vivid: flames, tortured souls and a cartoonish devil with a pitchfork.
Now that I’m an adult, I know better. Hell is actually a parent WhatsApp group.
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