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The feeling is sobriety. It's 5 PM on a Thursday. You just got done with a long day at work, and the house is empty. You reach into the fridge for your usual pickle snack. You bite into it, but the pickle is not as crunchy as you expected. You are reminded for a brief moment that not even the most mundane things in life are guaranteed. Nothing in life is owed to you, not even pickles. Maybe you feel pleasantly surprised at this fact, or a little confused. Maybe you are slightly disappointed, although your pride refuses to let you admit it because, after all, it's just a pickle; but, both you and I know that it's a little more than that. Despite this feeling, you move on with your day as if nothing had happened. But you can't help but get the feeling that something has changed. Sobriety.

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