My family has been in mourning for the past three weeks. The weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth has been incessant. In fact, I have been proclaimed a murderer.
Who did I murder, you ask? Convenience.
Far from ashamed, I am rather proud of this accomplishment. Allow me to explain:
It was a cold, grey January day, and t…
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