Two months ago, my wife came to me, her face full of fear, and said, “Don’t be mad at me!” I love her so much, so hearing her say that made my stomach drop.
She then added, almost crying, “I’ve done something. It’s bad. I never meant for it to go this far…” and handed me her laptop. My hands shook as I opened it, and there, on the screen, was an audio of my snore on Spotify… with 40,000 listeners.
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