Prime Day
I sometimes feel like my apartment is some sort of deep space mission ship. I never get to leave, I’m all alone except for my computer and every now and then a “supply mission” arrives at my airlock. Or as you might call it, the front door. These supply missions vary. Occasionally it’s Hector from the Mexican place I order from far more often than is healthy for a given human being. He brings me…
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