Picture this: You’re in line at the local post office, waiting to send a letter or postcard. You carefully choose a stamp—deciding between: a national flag, a quote from the Pope, or a flower from a botanical garden. Then, you stand at the side table and lick the stamp to place it on the envelope, ignoring the damp sponge staring back at you, teeming wi…
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