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Excuse Me, Your Dishpan Hands Would Like A Word

Please, step into our office.

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We once hugged the round bellies of wine glasses and the sweaty curves of beer bottles. We proudly bore the smudgy stamps of rock shows held in smoky, cramped bars, back when such things existed. We packed overnight bags for road trips and rolled board game dice until 1am. We sifted sun-warmed…