You know those massive metal doors that slam down from the ceiling in
the bowels of nuclear plants when a WTF? happens upstairs in the reactor? Well,
after last night’s WTF? at the polls my emergency doors are down, locked in
place, air supply ticking down.
Time to crush faith and dog to chest, close eyes and just keep
breathing.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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