One of my closest friends posted something highly suspect on Instagram last month: Nothing. He and a handful of friends were on a four-day getaway, and none shared a photo the entire time they were gone. On Instagram — the de-facto distribution hub for the fanciest, most impressive things we do — silence isn’t golden. It’s a big flashing sign that says it’s time to freak out. And I did. What were they doing? Who else was there? What was I missing? Were they having the best time ever? As I combed through my friends Instagram accounts in search of
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