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Tikoy

I’m kurutuy-kutuying,” he says, getting up from his desk after nearly three hours of work.

It’s 9:30 am and she’s barely awake. Perimenopausal insomnia is its own kind of hell, even for someone who’s always been a night owl. Sleep is elusive and five hours have been her average for weeks.

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