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The back door banged. He came in grinning all over his face. He poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot I’d made this morning. This was the first I’d seen him since he’d gone out to his workshop before dawn. 

“You look pleased with yourself,” I said.

“My best blog post yet. Really let it rip.” He sipped his coffee. “It’s cold.”

“It tends to do that when you let it sit. Third law of thermodynamics. It’s called science.”

“Don’t start with that. I have almost twenty thousand followers today.”

“And I’m sure they all agree with you.”

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