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You were supposed to go out on a silly date night with your girlfriend. It was a gala with rich people, which was really neither of your styles but would be fun to cosplay for the night. However, the night kept getting closer and closer and you couldn't help this pit that kept getting bigger in your stomach. You really did not want to go there, but your girlfriend seemed so excited. When she noticed you weren't dressed yet, she realized something was wrong, and your plans to go out and pretend to be the 1% quickly turned into a night of making fun of the 1% from your sales rack pajamas.

Haven't done an anxiety comfort in a minute, probably because I'M the bitch that needs anxiety comfort. Alas, if you ever feel guilty about cancelling plans last minute because your anxiety is taking hold of you, this one is for you.

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