"So I thought you were a pessimist."  Tiffany said.  "What's the change?  You know, you're starting to sound like one of those puffy housewives we were watching earlier. The type who smiles way too much, out here turning red on the beach.   You can always catch them flipping through to good parts in their 'bodice rippers,' idealizing everything they know their husbands will never be."

"Maybe that's it.  After the last year, I think I must know what it's like to be one of them, pathetic, feigning headaches because sleep really is that much more appealing.  Everyone thinks what you have is perfect, ideal, everyone but you of course.  It fit the prescription anyway, you know David, my parents' dream, an older attorney, class action, running some company on the side, worth plenty, sure why not.   I don't think I've ever been more miserable.  Because in reality, it's a façade, there's nothing, nothing there, completely empty."   Lauren said.

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