The alcohol made her thoughts fly over the warm gas lamps hanging from the ceiling, above that little sweaty corner in the midst of piercing cold winds. The brim of the exotic cocktail she was having paused just 1 centimetre before her lips, as she realized the emails she had to answer the day after – a blue Monday.

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