I’ll admit it: the Dome Fire knocked me for a loop. I have spent the last two months expecting a meltdown, expecting that without warning I would suddenly become furious over some minor thing and explode, at least internally, assuming I had enough class to remember the presumably undeserving nature of the target of my fury. But no fury, at least not at …
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