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The night between December 31 and January 1 is treated with envy and loathing by us. Envy because the rest of the world is having a blast, and loathing because we weren’t invited. We press our noses up against the window, see the party from outside and want it to be over already. We plug up our ears, close our eyes, turn over to the other side and put the pillow over our heads. It’s no...