It's a lazy Sunday afternoon and all around me smells like Febreeze and Irish Spring bar soap. It sounds like Prefuse 73. It looks like a fucking mess. We've got bills and bongs lying around, when both should probably be put into safe, appropriate compartments. A half-eaten cookie and the orange juice I'm working on share my workstation with the
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