Who are you on the Internet? Advertisers know us all. Except a company in Idaho thinks I like to fish. They keep trying to sell me fly rods.
Should I bite? Maybe just nibble? It’s a way to derail the information-collectors. Let ’em think I fish. I don’t.
Not that every time I find an earthworm I don’t think of my grandmother. When she and I happened to unearth...
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