Last Saturday night, I found out about Matthew Perry’s death while scrolling Instagram in bed. I whisper-shouted, FUUUUUCK, and send a screenshot to T.
This news hit amid another torrent of impossibly difficult news; just last week, the war in the Middle East escalated, the deadliest mass shooting of the year happened in Maine, and my mom visited the sit…
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