“Well, Charlotte thought, when it comes to most people, if you find a mushroom in the woods, you don’t ask how it came to grow there, or how it grew at all, or what it was made of, or why it sat on its stem so staunchly, with a little brown umbrella for a head, or a little beige thimble. You ask— is this something I can eat?”
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Catching up is, at this point, a lost cause. I weep for the missed LOLz, but rejoice in my continued status as an employed person. Sometimes, trade-offs must be made.
