Look. That lovely, crisp, autumnal breeze in the atmosphere? It's wonderful. And also very, very dangerous. This morning, as I trudged into work and settled myself at my desk, I noticed something as I was typing away on my keyboard. Something that took my breath away. My knuckles were ashy. Like gray. The abject horror …
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