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June 18, 2022
It’s two in the morning, and I step out of my office onto Main Street Small Town USA. I take a few steps, and take a deep breath. The air feels like being back in college in Arizona. It was 100° this afternoon, or hot enough that a few degrees either way doesn’t matter. It…
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