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“I could say it started when I turned 33—my Jesus year, the year I vowed to transcend anxiety and exhaustion and do my most important work, the year I would emerge from my cave of pandemic isolation and early parenthood and couples therapy as the second coming of myself. But I am a millennial, not a messiah. The truth is that my search for rebirth began a few months later, with a Slack message about ball deodorant.” Wired: My Balls-Out Quest to Achieve the Perfect Scrotum. Codspeed, my friend.

+ “Photos taken by Placer County Fire Department showed a massive hole in the second story bedroom where the car landed.”

+ Man escapes prison by impersonating his cellmate, who was to be released.

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