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There’s No Need for Pitchforks

I told him he should come, but to leave the pitchfork behind.

“Welcome. Maybe bring a mechanical keyboard and a latte,” I responded. “Pull up a chair. You can share my cube. Look at these beige walls.”

They’re either beige or brown, nobody cares. “Just pull up your chair and set to hammering…