What a year. One thing after another.
There's something about "2020". That form, that sequence. Why did we not suspect it was a numeric Trojan Horse? What invading gifts it has brought, past our protective shells.
Our defences are seemingly weak: insufficient; decrepit; ignorant.
What are we going to do about it?
Time for a good cup of coffee.
It's 8:08pm. (Numeric symmetry.)
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