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I was running a TypeScript linter for work and crying, and J. said, sorry you have to code and process decades of sorrow at the same time, and of course I said that’s why they pay me the big bucks. I could also have said, it’s the unlovely money that gave sorrow the room to stretch out at all. Cry-coding can’t be that uncommon in this demographic of mine.

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