The alarms are going off. Squint. Groan. Snooze. They sound again. Check the headline. Eyes roll. Snooze. Louder this time. Just a peek. The Overton shifts. Snooze. They're blaring now. But what can ya do? Except to snooze. The alarms have morphed into storm sirens. Those damned alarms. Snooze. Deny. Deny. Deny. Delay. Delay. Delay. The alarms are going off. And we're going to be too late. Reply via email
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