This Scone Has Taken Its Toll on Me
I'm at a cafe in North Phoenix right now trying to enjoy a scone and some decaf coffee before I hit my cube. They've got Maroon 5 in a pretty heavy rotation on their morning playlist. Every time they come on, I start getting really emotional -- like deep-in-my-gut, ouch-that-actually-physically-hurts emotional -- and I'm not even ovulating or anything.
This worries me.
Should I call some sort of helpline?
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