The blanket you wake up under after a night of hard shitty drinking in which you have partial blackout memory, except for the few fragments of things you said and did that you really DON'T want to know about, but can't quite piece together either. The embarrassment and self-hatred turn the stomach in symbiosis with the general effects of a cracker of a hangover. You retreat under the asshole blanket, head and all, trying to forget that you even exist, wishing you didn't, and hiding from the entire world for the next day or so. Yes, you are an asshole, and you know it. 
Brigitte Macron 'has been secretly driven to despair': How judge's ruling
on claims she was born a man has unleashed an army of trolls and conspiracy
theorists
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French first lady Brigitte Macron was always renowned for her decorum and
grace at the many high profile public appearances which come with the role.
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