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For an introvert, is there anything worse than living with someone who’s hosting a dinner party?

I’m hiding upstairs with my dinner because downstairs is too loud, full of voices and laughter. All I want to do is listen to one of my new Sparks records, but I don’t feel comfortable now since I know they can hear it. Instead I’m reading a book I just got from the library today, and trying to mentally prepare myself for a big thing that’s happening tomorrow.