It arrived on a Tuesday. A large silver cylinder, heavier than I expected, with a card from my husband that said "you've been talking about this for eight months, I figured." I cried. Actual tears. He filmed it. He called it "the most on-brand thing that has ever happened." The video is saved somewhere. I choose not to know where.
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The peanut gallery (organic, unsalted)
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