"I certainly do not want to be anywhere near it, especially without my flamingo floatie."

By lunchtime I was edibles-deep into my daily regimen, and in the evening I hit bowls for frontline workers while everybody else clapped.

Harding resorted to the chat function by writing on a slip of paper, “Sorry, mic isn’t working right now,” and tossing it at the professor.

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“I’m pretty sure there’s still bloodletting stains on the mask,” said long-time Black Market employee Adam Chordsmith.

“Back in the ‘80s that was a non-call.”