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I did a thing I hadn’t for a while yet, even though I knew it would come. The sign-up went smoothly enough. How could it not? The tasks were a bit dispiriting and discomfiting, but about as uncannily Uranian and embarrassingly eldritch as expected. Someone I spoke to today called it IT. I wish.

A small white cardboard box on a blonde wood table. The box lid is open and the box is full of various kinds of freshly baked donuts: cake, plane, glazed, sugared, and even a couple of chocolate covered.




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