A Bustle UK post on Instagram this morning reminded me of the running internal monologue I have while listening to goddess Dolly Parton's epic song, Jolene.
I love that song but whenever I listen to it I’m mentally assuring Jolene that she is welcome to take my man. There is in no way only one for me and no one really belongs to anyone. Therefore, Jolene, there is no nee for competition. Please take him, I’ll even pack his shit. They’ll the boxes in the alley that are on fire.
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