An ode to mushrooms

It was Wednesday when I got the call from my girlfriend. She had big news, she said. The mushroom drop off had been made. She got them from her boss, who got them from her father, who bought them off a guy in a dark parking lot from a guy he met on the Internet. Drug deals, I’m sure, are less convoluted. I spent the


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