I cancelled Netflix last night. Again. It’s a recurring breakup, not one of those dramatic, tearful ones where you throw their things in a box labeled “Never Again,” but more like an old flame you keep revisiting. You tell yourself this time will be different—short and sweet, no strings attached. And then, two months later, you’re deep in a binge, wonde…
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