The fact that the fear of public speaking is near universal heavily implies that at some point in the history of our species, there was something incredibly dangerous that looked like an auditorium full of people, but wasn't.
When my wife left, I was sad, upset and lonely. Since then I've got a dog, bought a new motorbike, slept with two different women and blown a grand on drugs and drinks.
She'll go f*****g mental when she comes home from work.
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