
A few weeks ago, as I was heading out the door to run a few errands, I grabbed my brown leather wallet off my desk. I tried to stick it in my shorts pocket, but there was a problem: it wouldn’t close.
Somehow, in the preceding weeks and months, my wallet had morphed into a brick. A blunt object stuffed to the gi…
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