These are maroon days. At the end of most of them I feel like I've been kicked in the teeth by their lemony sunshine. I lobbed a soccer ball the size of Saturn directly at the earth and dislodged it from orbit, spun it off of its axis, and sent it hurtling through an open void at precisely three hundred and six miles-per-hour. Everything is
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