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Sunday didn’t quite know what possessed him to move to Bumfuck Valley, two thousand miles from the glitz and glamour of his hometown. One day, he simply woke up from an alprazolam-induced stupor—dazed, dry-mouthed, and feeling like a half-baked sleeper agent suddenly activated—and thought: fuckit. I need to get out of this house.
So he did.