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This is how it goes:

I send the print, it travels along highways and through rural outposts, packaged carefully in thick cardboard and nestled between somebody's shein haul and somebody else's illicit goods.

When you receive it, you tell me, and we revel in a moment of real, shared happiness. I think to myself, this is probably what mercy feels like, and then I buy a muffin and get back to drawing.