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I told myself to put a sock in it already and tapped the last message. The address was impersonal, issued from a generic comm service, so I expected either a vendor ad or another loathe letter.
Dear Clyota Renee,
My brain froze. No one called me that, except my—
I jammed my thumb on a key, shutting down the application.
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Earful of Cider 