I’m a Twenty-Something Single Woman— And I Know It’s Not Because of the Pandemic

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Last night, I had a dream. I was being prepped for some kind of surgery — don’t know what it was. Stomach surgery, maybe? The nurses set up a minute-by-minute countdown to the surgery while I was being prepped. 856 minutes, 855 minutes, 854 minutes…on and on it went. The doctors about to perform the surgery then made a point to each other that instead…