Given the choice between using a regular door and a revolving door, I always choose the regular door. I've been that way since birth. Okay, maybe not birth because I'm fairly certain there was no revolving door where I made my way into the world. But for as long as I can remember, I have been reluctant to go through them. No, not reluctant. Phobic. Truthfully, I am afraid of revolving doors. I have Orbitagoraphobia. Orbitagoraphobia isn't actually a legitimate word, but for lack of [...]
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